What makes missiles out of men

What makes better politics

Ensures a rich economy

Makes good on life long threats

It's a strange concoction, one part plutonium

One part a lot of paranoia, cannibals slash congressmen

It's people vs. people, a bout of you and me

It's business here as usual, our business being greed

What's that sound-it's the sound of a global market

To the tune of the modern age

It's the fuel that drives investments-burning

It's the biggest industry, somethings in the air

The climate is set and all the news on tv

Ensures that you see what they want you to see

While it's publicly funded, it's privately waged

And the good advertisement is the one that misleads

A broadcast fumble with his word up there

In patriotic practiced stare

A tele-prompted puppet for the people

The president in literate sencerity

The fucking chap can read

And a boast of reassurance we can launch it overseas

So we did, it caters to the comedy, caesura sera and so it is

What's that sound-it's the sound of american interests

Sung to the geo-political means

It's everything assuring, it's national unyeilding security

The forties bore a grand design

Leo and Ed wrote a letter to Al and Al persuaded FDR

Afraid the Germans would find it first,

Frank wouldn't be second best

So he gathered every scientist under Leslie Grove

And when we left manhatten we were two nukes ahead

The president said "this is flying colors, you gave us all and edge

You have done your country service, nevermind your fellow man

It's this sort of achievement that calls for demonstration

A relevant reminder of whose finger's on the button"-so we did

It caters to the comedy Caesura Sera, so it is

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