Burn the Rubber

Burn the Rubber

Making money off the stupid
Railway sleepers, gulliable men
The government is controlled
Wars to which we all send

Burn the rubber and the blades
Making a livin off the lives
They're making a joke on hell
As they're taking those bribes

Countries that tell you are born well
Body counts are rising
Dictating the next bloodshed
While the sheep keep fighting

Wake up and you are shot
If you dare to speak out loud
What is the country good for
Why is there a need to be proud?