What makes missiles out of men
What makes better politics
Ensures a rich economy
Makes good on life long threats
It's a strange concoction, one part plutonium
One part a lot of paranoia, cannibals slash congressmen
It's people vs. people, a bout of you and me
It's business here as usual, our business being greed
What's that sound-it's the sound of a global market
To the tune of the modern age
It's the fuel that drives investments-burning
It's the biggest industry, somethings in the air
The climate is set and all the news on tv
Ensures that you see what they want you to see
While it's publicly funded, it's privately waged
And the good advertisement is the one that misleads
A broadcast fumble with his word up there
In patriotic practiced stare
A tele-prompted puppet for the people
The president in literate sencerity
The fucking chap can read
And a boast of reassurance we can launch it overseas
So we did, it caters to the comedy, caesura sera and so it is
What's that sound-it's the sound of american interests
Sung to the geo-political means
It's everything assuring, it's national unyeilding security
The forties bore a grand design
Leo and Ed wrote a letter to Al and Al persuaded FDR
Afraid the Germans would find it first,
Frank wouldn't be second best
So he gathered every scientist under Leslie Grove
And when we left manhatten we were two nukes ahead
The president said "this is flying colors, you gave us all and edge
You have done your country service, nevermind your fellow man
It's this sort of achievement that calls for demonstration
A relevant reminder of whose finger's on the button"-so we did
It caters to the comedy Caesura Sera, so it is
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