War Mates

In the great United States An industry was born. It’s called look after your mates, Invade a country that’s war torn. We don’t really belong there, But we really don’t care Because there’s money to be made. So if you live there best beware After we’ve finished bombing The absolute **** out of you. Well give our mates the jobs To make it look brand new. We will build roads and schools And never down tools, Until our pockets are full. That’s the new golden rule. The propaganda machine Will build up our nation. You’ll be living the dream And be proud of your station. So let’s be United Against Islamic State We increase our fortune with a higher kill rate This shows God is with us because we’re so great All long as were killing in gods name you won’t debate.