Lyrics >Well, there's a bloated inefficient bureaucratic mass Run by a mediocre soldier quasi-general ass A diabolical office of death and waste Run by a weekend anchor with a desperate rage It's a big black hole, a trillion dollars deep Funneling money to the Pentagon welfare queens You got your Lockheed Martin, Raytheon (RTX), Boeing Northrop Grumman and the list keeps going > Now, a government contract keeps the salary high The quality low, the competition light If DOGE looked funny, what did you expect? Elon was getting a check for the old SpacеX They're making tanks and guns, software to spy You know, a Tomahawk missilе's just a Werther's Original For an empire in decline > Murdering people from a distance with a Hellfire rocket Quarter million bucks a pop out of the people's pocket Folks back home are sick, getting sicker Hey Pete, bomb the poor in the south, it'd be a whole lot quicker If you're feeling inadequate, a little bit small Give your big boy order, kill them all kill them all > The DOD, the DOW, you can call it whatever you want War is a racket, no matter how you stack it Making treasure and gold out of poor man's blood Revolving doors, campaign contributions Writing congressmen checks for policy influence And if you lose your seat, buddy don't get blue The lobby that bought you's got an office for you They appeal to your morals, appeal to your fears Say folks far away are a threat to you here There's a malignant tumor in our nation's guts Our own department of defense is a threat to us > The DOD, the DOW, you can call it whatever you want War is a racket, no matter how you stack it Making treasure and gold out of poor man's blood