Lesser Known Saint - World War H2 lyrics

Tanks of gasoline help to cut the sting While ashes to dust to life will bring Another wave breaking endlessly Of those to die without memory Of those to die without dignity The moth that fights my windshield everyday Signals tomorrow will mark the same worthless change A mundane task repeating the faults of insight Feeding your God your crude, your way of life Pigs riding in style – wasting for naught Revel as the victor of a war you never fought Sacrifice their women and make Him smile upon you Their children will make good gifts when this battle is through Cast aside all regret and take these days for granted Pray at the pump and drive your war to work Military chic and camo capris In the backseat of your Hummer giving head on your knees Pa** this sermon from cubicle to corner office Spend this blood money well – there's still a lot more to do We should have imposed a world religion by the time this is through No more Gods of sea or storm – of wind and fire We have Gods of the car and the phone wire The Gods in America – the ones which survive – Are the Gods which are gluttons and consume our lives Eat up your culture from a big silver spoon Spouting accusations of hardship while you roll around town In your big SUV taking up two lanes of road With your bling bling and big walk and stud in your nose Pretty boys playing gangster and running at the mouth A lot of talk with no knowledge of all the hypocrisy you spout Bombard us with tales of how you lived on the street Smile for the camera – smile so oppressed – and retreat Turn your head and cough – just another silly tool for a big money machine Raining an image down on me a hundred times old Good game, son – now eat your fill Take your share and then some – more from the k** Good small soldiers play rough on the field They burn air and buy crap that no one needs No need to fight for your survival when you can just feed the slaughter and live like kings With this, the fate of the world on your shoulders You quote the bible while lighting forest fires Out loud, uncovered, now I see how you are soft No need for crying I'll just brush my shoulders off