Economic genocide

Trickle down is trickling on

The shanty drone and ghetto dawn

A military 'option' for the poor

Pointed into a corner your guns are their door

Trickle down is fallacy

Only war jobs will save your economy

Your forces lack the power to win a war

So build cannon fodder out of the poor

Make the innocents fed on each other

Make a good man turn on his brother

Rape the family - crush good will

Conditions decay until there's mercy in the killing

Starve the poor, dangle their need

You must protect your bitter greed

Recruit the desparate, cushion all blows

Don't the desparate cushion all blows

Trapped at the front with a loaded gun

Now you have him under your thumb

Trickle down has worked just right

The 'expendables' are fighting your fight

Make the innocents feed on each other

Make a good man turn on his brother

Rape the family - crush good will

Conditions decay until there's mercy in the killing

Welfare shrinks and war funds grow

The cornered desparate will never know

That they're given a protest but not a voice

And the 'choice' they make is never their choice

The draft won't work on those who can see

But the poor will sign for opportunity