War Heads - Intellectual

[Intro]

As he stood on a hill

He saw the great serpent weaving its dusty coils far below

Notched an arrow, drew his bow, and let fly

[Verse 1]

Boss's son

Silver platter and a college fund

Throws rocks and calls the cops to come

All that venom that'll rot your gums

On the search for an edgewise word and at a loss for one

Since we first stretched skins over hollow drums

Men have quarreled over spilled goats milk and piles of crumbs

Some keep a fortified base to launch rockets from

Address it in the flesh, cat's got their tongue

Set your pack down, dust off your soul

We shoulder more baggage than a muskox can pull

On the road I mistook the outer husk for the whole

Led astray as a circus of subplots unfold

The molehills of pharaohs and kings are perilous things

With mandates enforced by the sheriff's regime

While Pavlov's cogs stare at a screen

Our downfall was foretold on the patterns of a seraphim's wings

American dreams, bones for the buzzards to peck

Keep machine gears greased with your blood and your sweat

You load sixteen tons, what do ya get?

What you'd expect, stuck in debt up to your neck

[Chorus]

Oh, little birdy

Why can't I fly

Away from this sad place?

There was fear, awe, disbelief

Grow wings and fly like you

Way out into space

The basic law of history is the conflict between the exploiters and the exploited

[Verse 2]

Boss's guns patrol the atlas

The latest in autonomous tech to roast cabbage

Fully automatics with beam scopes and gadgets

And super soldiers at its disposal to go savage

Weaponize all their fears and their biases

Teach 'em how to love the chains that you bind 'em with

Cajole the masses to support every tyrant's wish

If and when that fails, resort to the iron fist

The final frontier is colonized inner space

It's full speed ahead, disrupt and innovate

Science fiction now fact they disseminate

As altruistic aims for computer brain interface

I'm hearin' blind adherence'll set us free

But all their sound logic sounds suspect to me

You'll know a snake by the fallen fruits of its labors

You'll know the stakes when they call the troops for your papers

[Outro]