There's a prophet on a mountain, and he's making up dinner
With long division and writing crop
Anybody can feel like a winner when it's served up piping hot
But the people aren't looking for a handout
They're America's working corps
Can this be what they voted for?
Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah)
Let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah)
Let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride
From the force to the union shops
The war economy is making new jobs
But the people who benefit most
Are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts
Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor
All they ever gave to them was a war
And a foreign enemy to deplore
Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah)
Let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah)
Let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride
We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks
Squeeze some blue collars, let them bleed from their necks
Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat
'Cause it's freedom or death, and they won't question it (they won't question it)
At a job site, the boss is godlike
Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight
Seasoned vets with their feet in nets
A stone's throw away from a rock fight
But not tonight
(Feed 'em death) here comes another ration
(Feed 'em death) 'cause they're the finest in the nation
(Feed 'em death) but there's nothing left to feed 'em with
'Cause it's freedom or it's death
Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah)
Let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah)
Let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed