45 Song

The soldiers are saints and the saints are sinners Cause beginners aren't aware of what hate can do They've taken your name and they've given you a number Now the blunder's on the mother who gave birth to you Pride's in the colors of the heavens of war Cause the blood dollar dimes aren't gonna make themselves So we'll praise the lord and pass the ammunition It's in the name of freedom so it can't be wrong Praise the lord and pass the ammunition And we'll all march to a dead man's song Die for the red tie the orange faced wretch Ticks the time to when he'll blow us all to kingdom come Your shackled sense of dead man for the future Would be really funny if it weren't so true The bag man's coming trade your witness for a martyr The payment on your mortgage for death is due While we'll praise the lord and pass the ammunition It's in the name of freedom so it can't be wrong Praise the lord and pass the ammunition And we'll all march to a dead man's song The sociopath laughs to the rhythm of ineptitude Let's impeach 'em up to gag the press on the truth There's nothing like a war to distract us from the reason And the treason of the intellect defective rube Capital crooks cook the books for the sadists Who buy up the promise and the sale on souls You'll keep the door locked and your finger on the trigger Cause you can't really love that which you have to fear Keep 'em in line to the ticking of the time bomb Fear is the power that the blood lusts crave To sing praise the lord pass the ammunition It's in the name of freedom so it can't be wrong Praise the Lord pass the ammunition And we'll all march to a dead man's song