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I’m against the war and the war after that
Good for nothing, not that anyone asked
Fascists anonymous, among us
Novel spectres, blank slates gone bad
But badness ain’t the worst when you
See yourself come alive, circumventing
Your emotions for their notions, ‘cause you’re
A grown man crawling, bawling
Weeping in his mother’s womb today
Led astray and on the way
Occupation doesn’t save when people die in the street
Lockheed Martin, Raytheon, Boeing, Northrop Grumman, BAE
Better to run rum, be poor and wasted, throw the game, a shaky mess
Than running guns for monetary recompense
Poisonings in Egypt
Poisonings in Sudan
Bad reviews on foreign soil
Before the Hiroshima plan
Gotta look after your sister
Gotta look after your wife
Gotta look after your mother
Your brother, father, life
I am the son of proletarians
Pretending to be bourgeois
I’m the daughter of bourgeois
Pretending to be proletarians
Occupation doesn’t save when people die in the street
Lockheed Martin, Raytheon, Boeing, Northrop Grumman, BAE
Better to run rum, be poor and wasted, throw the game, a shaky mess
Than running guns for monetary recompense
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Communications,
track released November 16, 2022
Written, produced, and mixed by Jake Triola
Artwork by Sydney Shadeck
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