Fall On Your Sword lyrics

Wars never cease to insult yet amaze The ability of the butcher To win the favor of the cattle The great unwashed dig their graves Into which they will gladly lie So willing to fucking die For those who owe their privilege To the grinding of the poor Month after month Year after year For those who owe their privilege To the grinding of the poor Fall on your sword Blood tribute paid to this god, capital Lives sacrificed to this Moloch of greed For those who owe their privilege To the grinding of the poor Fall on your sword