Theres a prophet on a mountain and hes making up dinner
With long division and writing crop
Anybody can feel like a winner
When its served up piping hot
But the people arent looking for a handout
Theyre Americas working corps
Can this be what they voted for?
Let them eat war
Thats how to ration the poor
Let them eat war
Theres 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 hosts
Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor
All they ever gave to them was a war
And a foreign enemy to deplore
Let them eat war
Thats how to ration the poor
Let them eat war
Theres an urgent need to feed
Declining pride
Weve 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
Cause its freedom or death and they wont question it
At a job site the boss is god like
Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight
Seasoned vets with their feet in nets
A stones throw away from a rock fight
But not tonight, feed ‘em death
Here comes another ration (feed them death)
Cause theyre the finest in the nation (feed them death)
When theres nothing left to feed them
When its freedom or its death
Let them eat war
Thats how to ration the poor
Let them eat war
Theres an urgent need to feed
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