Lords Of War Songtext / Lyric

More wars on foreign shores

More names for us to mourn

To misguide the misinformed

To ignore the sick and poor

Thus we praise the lords of war

On our knees and beg for more

A fresh poison for the weak

Filthy little beasts

Bred to conform



It's the dwarf souls of greedy men

Feculent, arrogant

That shackles our young to the cold concrete

And empty their guns into bodies



You scream "I'm not guilty"

You scream "I'm not guilty"

But cowards here are only what they fear

Shout until the [?]






I'd rather be in battle than at peace

I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep

I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle

The weak can [?]



I'd rather be in battle than at peace

I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep

I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle

The weak can [?]



You were born to be led

That's what religion says

With a bifurcated tongue

America eats its young

Bullet-toothed, empty gods

Paralyze the minds and contest the thoughts

With devils everywhere

Bombs bursting in the air

Drones flown over thrones

Of bone and brimstone

Sabres rattle in the homes

Of the cowards and the crones

As they shackle our young

Blood stains the streets

Pigs empty their guns into bodies



They scream "I'm not guilty"

They scream "I'm not guilty"

But cowards here are only what they fear

Shout until the [?]



I'd rather be in battle than at peace

I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep

I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle

The weak can [?]



I'd rather be in battle than at peace

I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep

I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle

The weak can [?]



Bow down to the lords of war

On your knees for the lords of war



Bow down to the lords of war

On your knees for the lords of war



Rise in defiance

We won't remain silent

Drive out the tyrants

And police violence



Rise in defiance

We won't remain silent

Drive out the tyrants

And police violence



We're not guilty



The weak must [?]



I'd rather be in battle than at peace

I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep

I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle

The weak can [?]



I'd rather be in battle than at peace

I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep

I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle

The weak can [?]



Lords of war

On your knees for the lords of war

Bow down to the lords of war



What is so terrible about a child screaming?

Why should it disturb us?

Just because we happen to be there to hear it?

What about the child who comes from an inadequate home, where he gets no encouragement from his parents,

where he doesn't have enough to wear, he doesn't have enough to eat, he comes to school hungry...

This beautiful, breathtaking