Let Them Eat War

There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner
With long division and a riding crop
Anybody can feel like a winner
When it's served up piping hot

But the people aren't looking for a handout
They're America's working corps
Can this be what they voted for?

Let them eat war
Let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor

Let them eat war
Let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride

From the force to the union shops
The war economy is making new jobs
But the people who benefit most
Are breaking bread with their benevolent host

Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor
All he ever gave to them was a war
And a foreign enemy to deplore

Let them eat war
Let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor

Let them eat war
Let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride

We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks
Squeeze some blue collars, let them bleed from their necks
Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat
Because it's Freedom or Debt and they won't question it (question it)
At a job site the boss is God-like
Conditioned workhorses park at a stop light
Seasoned vets with their feet in nets
A stone's throw away from a rock fight, but not tonight

Feed 'em death - here comes another ration
Feed 'em death - 'cause they're the finest in the nation
Feed 'em death - but there's nothing left to feed them with
'Cause it's freedom or it's death

Let them eat war
Let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor

Let them eat war
Let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed