They won't play your song on the radio
The war is being played out on our television
Once said the drug of the nation
Your cultural riches are now history
Aggravation
Aggravation
Your remaining people have no
Trenches left from which to fight
The rich militia hold their guns
With rich smiles on their faces
While there's looting going on
There's a devil flying overhead
What a fucking pile of shit
Devastation
Devastation
Devastation
Devastation
