Bodies

Bodies lay wasted Out on the street Desert storm Observed on the screen The dust was grey But scattered with red For the greater good and hope You said Feed it proper That Propaganda fodder I feed my head And trail the streets with lead And it's so easy When All the people fear me I dissemble my true feeling Screaming Search and destroy Search and destroy Search and You make it pleasing With your utter ease to feed me Nothing Feed me lies Feed me truths and I'll comply You make it seem that way You make it seem that way Sending out the troops to the slaughter No politician's sons or the daughter, no You make it seem that way You make it seem that way Sending out the troops to the slaughter No politician's sons or the daughter, no Tell the truth Show your faces The kids are waiting in line Rifles by the side Do they know who they're fighting for? Why they must gun down the others Carry the weight of the orders You make it seem that... Way