Criminal Economy

A somewhat dark and morbidly comical look about how death and destruction are the most profitable of industries and how -financially at least- we can't function without it.

We write all of our lines

Devote all of our lives

To a distant and obscure prospect

Putting our hopes and dreams under the spotlight

Our desires murdered in the dead of night

What more can you expect

 

Who really wants to make decisions and be free

Be a slave to oligarchs and the economy

Keep the fuel pumping, like heroin in earthly veins

We wanna keep champagne and caviar flowing

Until the life blood is leeched and drained

 

Loving your neighbour's all well and good but who cares

Who wants world peace when it poisons stocks and shares

We're paid to ravage the earth, make the lungs of the world choke

Because without war and death, all of us would be broke

 

You're looking out for a slice of world peace

But what's left when the money's gone

Stock prices crashing down a ton 

Money's lost and jobs dissipate

What good can peace on earth possibly create

It's not worthwhile to love, but so cheap to hate

 

In penthouse tower rooms, deals of death are made

Far away battles never returning home to roost

Children and women put to death by bullets and blades

Given half a chance we'll either deal death or sell it 

But at least the debt is gone, And the jobs still live on

 

Loving your neighbour’s all well and good but who cares

Who wants world peace when it poisons stocks and shares

We’re paid to ravage the earth, make the lungs of the world choke

Because without war and death, all of us would be broke

 

Where would we be without soul stealing and tragedy

Demonise our instincts, nothing changes with slavery

Organs, weapons and blood-crusted jewellery for sale

Without war and with peace, the wealth of the world's bound to fail 

Without crime and spilling of blood, What else can be done

 

Loving your neighbour’s all well and good but who cares

Who wants world peace when it poisons stocks and shares

We’re paid to ravage the earth, make the lungs of the world choke

Because without war and death, all of us would be broke

 

 

 

The End

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