Song parody of
The Boys on the Beltway
by Vonier
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The world is at war, the arms markets open
The bets are all laid - and they're gambling on deaths
Profits are soaring, as high as the shells
That level our bridges and lay waste to our homes
Shells fill the sky, missiles at the ready
The bare bones of tanks that came for the ride
Refugees fleeing the night that's on fire
The widows and orphans, have no place to hide
Children can't sleep in the grip of these nightmares
In tents, or on trains, or in boats that capsize
More money for weapons, more soldiers for war
And the madness slips by before you realise
What's this gun in my hand for? Take it away
Why would I kill you, my brother my friend
What will they pay you, if you sign on
When the fighting's all done and your life is long gone
Speeches are polished, polls are commissioned
And the lies and the half-truths on how goes our wars
Editors prepped, interviews scheduled
Make-up on standby, for spinners and liars
Children can't sleep in the grip of these nightmares
In tents, or on trains, or in boats that capsize
More money for weapons, more soldiers for war
And the madness slips by before you realise
It's late Friday evening, the think tanks are empty
The boys on the beltway are heading for home
It's their Thanksgiving weekend
A turkey is pardoned and given its freedom - but their war rages on
Children can't sleep in the grip of these nightmares
In tents, or on trains, or in boats that capsize
More money for weapons, more soldiers for war
And the madness slips by before you realise
The world is at war, the arms markets open
The bets are all laid - and they're gambling on deaths
Profits are soaring, as high as the shells
That level our bridges and lay waste to our homes
Shells fill the sky, missiles at the ready
The bare bones of tanks that came for the ride
Refugees fleeing the night that's on fire
The widows and orphans, have no place to hide
Children can't sleep in the grip of these nightmares
In tents, or on trains, or in boats that capsize
More money for weapons, more soldiers for war
And the madness slips by before you realise
What's this gun in my hand for? Take it away
Why would I kill you, my brother my friend
What will they pay you, if you sign on
When the fighting's all done and your life is long gone
Speeches are polished, polls are commissioned
And the lies and the half-truths on how goes our wars
Editors prepped, interviews scheduled
Make-up on standby, for spinners and liars
Children can't sleep in the grip of these nightmares
In tents, or on trains, or in boats that capsize
More money for weapons, more soldiers for war
And the madness slips by before you realise
It's late Friday evening, the think tanks are empty
The boys on the beltway are heading for home
It's their Thanksgiving weekend
A turkey is pardoned and given its freedom - but their war rages on
Children can't sleep in the grip of these nightmares
In tents, or on trains, or in boats that capsize
More money for weapons, more soldiers for war
And the madness slips by before you realise
