We the people of the land of the free
We bury our dead in filthy debris
Once a fine Sailor, Airmen, or Marine
Now worthless flesh in the cogs of a machine
Dumped on the floor to splatter in trash
All to save time and all to save cash
An American son or daughter or two
Or maybe a thousand, hey who knew!?
Whatever the number, whatever the truth
A curse on our heads for the things that we doeth
Our best and our bravest, our strongest by far
Now rest in peace with waste small and large
Shitty diapers, and weird meat, and the smell of dead cats
They died in our wars, and now they feed rats
American ignorance and American shame
American lies and American blame
The angels are watching and this should be known
We keep it up and we'll stand alone
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