Black and White it comes in waves
Blaring death from nuts in caves
See them all as we stuff our face
Watching those who quicken their pace
Calmly sit and scratch my balls
Nothing bites while they lose it all
Thinking about reports I owe
While they bleed to and fro
Day by day the numbers mount
Till there are too many to count
Tears and pain are all they know
Suits in district conduct the show
Three years later here we sit
Men in charge don’t give a shit
Crude and rude they sing their song
Carry the book and do no wrong
Sea of flags flap to the beat
Thousands more who should retreat
Take for granted those who try
Support the message, support the lie
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