What a Shame

Send in the young and the poor
To fight against the shadow hordes.
Let our officers be the sons of the lords,
Veterans of foreign wars.
Slogans wipe the memory
Of the last catastrophe.
They keep saying it's the way things are.
All they want is just a little bit more.
We went walking but we didn't get far.
We got caught in the revolving door.
Settle, settle your debts
Give your money to the mission.
All cash given to sustain Armaments
Will be repaid in supervision.
Words are coming through the arch
Signaling the sucker's march.
They keep saying it's the way things are.
All they want is just a little bit more.
We went walking but we didn't get far.
We got caught in the revolving door.
What a shame.
I was watching when the cast took a bow when the news broke about the war
Then they turned all their show-tunes to anthems and they sealed off the exit doors
Beat your plough-shares into swords
Watch the bombs drop, watch the rewards:
Where do they go?
If not the houses of the ones who staged the show?
They keep saying it's the way things are.
All they want is just a little bit more.
We went walking but we didn't get far.
We got caught in the revolving door.
What a shame.