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.
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