War Dogs & Filthy Pigs

Street bomber

You'll get your karma

Oh, it will find ya someday

Ya family lover

It could be your mother

It could be your brother

That you hurt in someway​

Feed us shit to keep order

Its not cattle you slaughter

What's the point in what you do?

Mass destruction

Alas abduction

Away from harm your calm

And don't feel the pain

Seeing the way you waste your time

War is a business

War is a crime, now

When people are dying

So what are you fighting for

If you cause the world to fall

Into despair

And stain the air

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Sweet nothing

Sweet FA, you lie

And we're catching on

That you hide it from the world

But there's a starving girl​

And she's dreaming of another day

Where the world won't work this way

And I know it may be hard to be true

But bombing building's ain't what ya do

And she's dreaming of another day

Where the world won't work this way

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Way down south

Way down south

Migrating to the mouth of south

Tick, tick, tick, tick

Boom

Desk commander

P-propaganda

Ya slinging guns for fun

& running border lines

These rules you're making

That you're breaking

Faking, faking all your lies

With the power to devour

Harming by the hour

Loneliness turns sour

What's it for

Ya got the power to devour

Harming by the hour

Trade the blood just for the money

And you lose it all

People played like pawns

And torn apart their family

Misconception and lies of a tragedy

Oh, no so low

Three towers toppled down

Onto the building floor

One though had no impact

And you wonder more

Oh, no where'd it go

Oh, love come home

Looking up to the sky

Wondering what is life like

Upon the other side

You gon' hide it from the world

But there's a starving girl

And she's dreaming of another day

Where the world won't work this way

And I know it may be hard to be true

But bombing building's ain't what ya do

And she's dreaming of another day

Where the world won't work this way