Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Burial to be In blood laced misery Propaganda death ensemble Corpses rotting through the night Scorched earth the policy

Don't you understand? There's misery in the land Got the vote for you, got the vote for you You've been talkin', talkin' to the people Tryin' get them to go your way Tellin' us, not to worry Worry, we won't be led astray So blind, unsignified Your

People in the misery Government or work or government It makes a mockery Respect to the youths When they're in front and all dem back a me Why you don't treat them like the way you should And I know all the things you hide Even though it's a good

I remember I had walked home that day Content with all my misery Told my self it'd get better, no clue what there was next to me Remember there was people, walkin', talkin' in the distance I was dressed for winter weather But the summer rays were kissing