They want a wrench in the belt & road
Every detail, well controlled
Astroturf crises into existence
Watch, one by one as they fold
Lithium by the metric ton
Little larvae on their phones for fun
Maggots feeding off a trust fund
Burrow deeper into human flesh for working class blood
Bolivia, go get you some
They will as soon as elections come
Vampire empire sets fire
Demanding interest on the sum
Writhing maggots in a pile
They carve up nations with a smile
Pile up the bison bones
A path of carnage
Stretch for miles
They'll make a Libya out of you
Now they have Bolivia in the queue
Invade to "stop nukes" but they have no proof
They all have the same goddamn excuse
Can't fucking hear you
I'm on my cellphone
Don't wanna hear you
I won't say hello
What do a pigeon and the poor have to do
Except wait for the better fed to drop their food?
What do a pidgeon and the government do
Except fly around the world and say "COUP"?
Can't fucking hear you
I'll count the shells though
They'll disappear you
Bullets like velcro
Back then, I remember when
Nations crushed with the stroke of a pen, money lent
But now, It's amazing how
Bomb crowds with the click of a mouse, then act proud
WOW
Loot the weak, loot the weak, loot the weak
Work 'em dead, drain their blood, then send it home real cheap
Until we're swimming in the dividends
Starve the beast or become it, it depends
Big guns, big diamonds, big planes, big drugs
Big trucks with big trunks, big houses, VICTIMS
Big pharma, big missiles, big blood, BIG DEATH, BIG DEATH
Big ledges, big hedges, BIG FUNDS
They'll coup whoever they want goddamnit
They'll loot every pocket on the goddamn planet
All cuz some piece of shit crossed the Atlantic
& Landed
They'll make a Libya out of you
They'll make a Libya out of you
They'll make a Libya out of you
Now they've got Bolivia in the queue
Invade to "stop nukes" but they have no proof
They all have the same goddamn excuse
So pathetic
Writhing maggots in a pile
They carves up nations with a smile
Pile up the bison bones, the path
The path
Can't fucking hear you
Writhing maggots in a pile
In search of nations to defile
Never have enough, they drink it up
Link tentacles across the aisle
Writhing maggots in a pile
In search of nations to defile
Never have enough, they carve it up
Link tentacles across the aisle
credits
from Tank Music,
released June 15, 2022
Derrick Haze: Vocals, Drums, Guitar, Samples, Keys
Liam Forst: Guitar
Nate Walker: Guitar, Vocals
Alex Nekoranik: Bass
Sara Henya: Harp
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