Jesse Welles Lyrics
Well, there's a bloated inefficient bureaucratic mass
run by a mediocre soldier quasi-general-ass
A diabolical office of death and waste
Run by a weekend anchor with a desperate rage
The big black hole a trillion dollars deep
Funneling money to the Pentagon welfare queens
You got your Lockheed Martin, Raytheon, Boeing
Northrop Grumman and the list keeps going
Now a government contract keeps the salary high,
The quality low, the competition light.
If Doge looked funny, what did you expect?
Elon was getting a check for the old SpaceX.
They're making tanks and guns, software to spy
You know, Tomahawk missiles just original for an empire in decline
Murdering people from a distance with a hellfire rocket.
Quarter million bucks a pop out of the people's pocket.
Folks back home are sick, getting sicker
Hey Pete, bomb the poor in the south, it'd be a whole lot quicker
If you're feeling inadequate, a little bit small,
Give your big boy order. Kill them all. Kill them all.
The DOD, the DOW, you can call it whatever you want
War is a racket no matter how you stack it
Making treasure and gold out of poor man's blood.
Revolving doors, campaign contributions,
Writing congressman checks for policy influence
And if you lose your seat, buddy, don't get blue
The lobby that bought you got an office for you
They appeal to your morals, appeal to your fear
Say folks far away are a threat to you here
There's a malignant tumor in our nation's guts
Our own Department of Defense is a threat to us
The DOD, the DOW, you can call it whatever you want
War is a racket no matter how you stack it
Making treasure and gold out of poor man's blood.
