Expendable Goods 가사

Marching towards your grave Of your country you are a slave You don't mean shit to them Expendable good in their cash flow plan Nationalist thoughts drilled in your brain Like your country is some holy grail Forced and pushed for the kill Expendable goods What has your country ever done for you? Except pushing you and twisting the truth And pulling you out of your neighborhood Expendable goods So march on to your fucking death Or choose life and fucking object No state ain't worth to die for Let the bastards fight their own wars