Lyrics
You buy the record with a message of peace
But the big record company fuels the arms race
The five big corporations sell money to the world
Sell weapons to the world
They make money from the record
They make money from the blood
Thousands slaughtered by company bombs
Thousands brainwashed by company lies
That’s the mercenary, who pays his wages?
The big business kills and they're ringing the cash
All our cash
The pretty picture on the LP sleeve
Can't hide the smell of blood and guts
The entrails of a child in the war
Read between the lines on the lyric sheet
The people who buy are just pieces of meat
Pieces of meat on a battlefield
A massacre of innocent people
Financed by your favorite record label
Any big record label you'd like to choose
You finance the slaughter
With blind, unseeing eyes
You finance the death willingly
With blind, unseeing eyes
Big business kills your senses
Murders you with lies
The record company lies
It's a man's day in the army
What a grand way to go
Written by: Andy T
