Well the war's coming
Showering down like moondust
Radiating happiness and guns
Happiness and perfect circles
Bombs make children run for cover
Bare feet running through the streets
Like startled deer have no fear
No one's gonna make ends meet

Well the war's coming
It takes our men and spits out
Perfect little machines
Weapons in their heads and guns
They'll kill us all before they're done
But don't be sad they won't feel bad
It's all the brainwashing they've had
Shoot up a family and back home for tea
Life in a warzone's such a treat.

Well the war's coming
Peddling food like gold and jewels
People lining up like painted fools
So so easy, blow them greasy
Win the war and take the oil
Win the war and take the victory
Maybe hang it up there on the wall
That way everybody wins
Because it's the memories that count
And dead people don't remember.