What crime did I commit
I was born where the money sits
Killing what's not alive
Your unmanned drone
Destroyed my father's bones
Killing what's not alive
When did murder become a desk job
Printing money for the elite
Printing money for the elite
Printing money
Arms are on their way
Wars make for fearful slaves
Killing what's not alive
Build it up and tear it down
Think of the entrance as the bombs hit the ground
Killing what's not alive
When did murder become a desk job
Printing money for the elite
Printing money for the elite
Printing money