War

Tell of the birth Tell how war appeared on earth Musicians with gongs Permeate the autobahns Foetus of disgusting breath And she split the egg Cast a spell and war was born Come follow me Out of the obscurity Pilgrims in songs Swamp the empty aerodrome Kalashnikovs but no houses Women at the double, march No food for the spouses They wait for the US drop Russians sit back and laugh While war casts her gory locks Over the deserted docks She casts her gory locks Over the deserted docks She cast a spell Split an egg and war was born And pillage hopes with gusto Even though they have no nerve And she does just look on And war does what she has to War does what she has to People get what they deserve