They won't play the song on the radionThe war is being played outnOn our televisionsnOne stare, the drug of the nationnThe cultural enriching now beginsnnLike a nation, like a nationnnYour remaining people have nonTrenches left from which to fightnThe rich; the nation hold their gunsnWill rich buy back the mayhem?nWhile they're moving you're an owlnThere's a devil flying overheadnWhat a fucking pile of shitnnDevastation, devastation