We look upon the problems of the world,
We see the refugees the boys and girls,

We see the poor pushed from pillar to post,
We see the rich propose another toast;

To celebrate the lives that they’ve destroyed.
We see the lands they throw around like toys.

And when the poor voices rise in protest,
They’re labeled terrorists and savages.

But surely as the night follows the day,
We will proceed along this wretched way.

Regardless of the battles lost or won,
Business is much too good for Raytheon.

And if we had no enemies to shoot
We’d get new ones from Kellogg Brown and Root.

Some think our military fights to win,
I think they fight for Lockheed and Martin.

The saints come marching in amidst the drummin’
Our money marches out to Northrup Grumman.

With climate change we see far less snowing,
But money rains down on our friends at Boeing.

Is this our fate or have we all been vexed
To suffer from military complex?