Bad Religion

Lyrics

There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner
With long division and a riding crop
Anybody can feel like a winner when it's served piping hot
But the people aren't looking for a handout
They're American's working corps
Can this be what they voted for?
Let them eat war! Let them eat war! That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war! Let them eat war! There's an urgent need to feed the declining pride
From the force to the union shops the war economy is making new jobs
But the people who benefit most are breaking bread with their benevolent host
Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor
All he ever gave to them was a war and a foreign enemy to deplore
Let them eat war! Let them eat war! That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war! Let them eat war! There's an urgent need to feed the declining pride

Feed 'em death - here comes
another ration - feed 'em death
- 'cuz they're the finest in the
nation - feed 'em death -
when there's nothing left to
feed 'em with - feed 'em
death - it's freedom or it's
death!
Let them eat war! Let them eat
war! That's how to ration the
poor
Let them eat war! Let them eat
war! There's an urgent need to
feed

Kill em and eat em before they reach for their checks.
Squeeze some blue collars, make em bleed from their necks.
Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat.
Because it's Freedom or Debt and they won't question it (they won't question it.)
At a jobsite the boss is God-like
Conditioned work horses park at a stop light
Seasoned vets with their feet in the nets
A stone's throw away from a rock fight, but not tonight, feed em death