They say there’s no
Fatality
Nothing more than
Mere
Casualty
Of the
War Machine
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah
It’s the price you pay
Oh me me me
Sure there’s
Brutality
Money
Lies and
Tragedy
Oh lots of tragedy
Tragedy
But the bar it’s
Low
Hot not
Sweet n
Low
Just a harm less
Crow
Sweeping
Low
Low
Low
Snatching eggs
And nuts
Hidden in your
Snow
Oh oh oh
Ain’t nowhere to hi-eye-hide
No no no
Leaving
Kiddos
Deprived and
Depressed
Depraved and
Directionless
Like the walking
Dead
They take to be
Fed
Ohhhhhh nooooo
They take to be
Fed
Oh they take to be
Fed
No press for the
Not-Yet-Dead
Ain’t no fatality
Just another
Casualty
Juuuuust another
Casualty
Of the Gavel Machine
Cheap suits
And El-SATS
As low as the
Moral
Buried
Below
Buried below
Buried so low low low
Ohhhhhh oh oh ohhh
So much
Brutality
Emotional
Savagery
Where greed and
Apathy
Dance
Like lovers
With
Smirking
Usury
It’s pleasure in
Moral
Mockery
Sure there’s
Casualty
But no fatality
Yeah yeah yeah
But not fatality
Oh oh nooo
Oh oh no no no
Just another muted
Casualty
But no no fatality
Oh oh nooo
Oh oh no no fatality
Oh oh oh