Banana Split Republic - False Prophets

How can you Pledge Allegiance, to a Nation

That causes Mass Extermination

Crushes hope;

Determination

Puts the Poor on — Permanent Rations

We always back the Wrong Horse, then expect to win the race

Escalate the Body Count in the hope to save our Face

I see one more Vietnam, can we ever bury the Already Dead?

Can you substitute aN MX-Missile, in exchange for Daily Bread?

Nostradamus was a Prophet, said a Plagu be in our Time

Caught us with our pants down, it came from bhind

But it only kills Undesirables — give ‘em Heroin to forget

The shelters full of Victims and Disillusioned Vets

Why must we die for a Politician’s Lie?

It’s hard enough Surviving, it’s not easy Getting By!

Well it was ‘Slant-eyes' in Cambodia, and now it’s ‘Spics' in El Salvador

40,000 in 4 years, the Death Squads don’t keep a Score

They’re running towards the river, escaping Genocide

Dodging the Bullets from people on their own side!

Well some of them could Swim, and some of them just Drowned

And when they reached the other side Hondurans gunned them down…

It was a Human Landfill, a place for summer homes

Or maybe even Club Med, if we can get the Vultures off the bones!

Well ya finally outta High-school

Hanging' around with nuthin' to do

Buy that car, impress that Girl

Join the Army and see the World

Be, all that you can be

You can do it!

In the AAAAAR-MY

Well they give ya a test, any monkey can pass…

Next thing you know, there’s a flashlight up your ass!

Be, it’s the place to be

Say, Be, it’s the place to be

I said, Be, it’s the place to be!

In the AAAAAR-MY!

Well, the 'New Army' is the same old story

Grey hairs lie about Death and Glory

Send ya off to fight their war

Next Stop!

El Salvador…

They’re running… towards the river, escaping… Genocide

Dodging… the Bullets… from people on their own side?!

Well some of them could Swim, and some of them… just Drowned

And ya know… when they reached… the other side… Hondurans gunned them do!

Well, how can you pledge allegiance, to a Nation

That causes Mass Extermination

Crushes hope;

Determination

Puts the Poor on — Permanent Rations

A perfect spot for a Factory, you know;

on the backs of others

Death Certificates in multiple, signed by their own Brothers

A perfect spot for a Factory, you know;

on the backs of others

Death Certificates in multiple, signed by their own Brothers

Why must we die for a Politician’s Lie?

It’s hard enough Surviving, it’s not easy getting by!

Why must we die for a Politician’s Lie?!

It’s hard enough Surviving, it’s not easy getting…

Easy getting…

Easy getting by!