Kill them all.
Kill the women.
Kill the children first.
Get your men in and pull the bodies out.
Now get your bankers in.
One for the money.
Two for the money.
Three for the money.
Four for the the people who are dying.
Send the babies in.
They'll be dropping like flies.
You can call it prosperity or call it what you like.
Say the numbers make the death tolls look too high,
but there's two things that never change, even if you try.
And that's, your shit still stinks... and the numbers don't lie.
So we all just Dance to the rhythm of the war.
How can the world stand still when the drums keep drilling,
and the horns keep screaming?
How can we keep the beast from marching,
while the hearts and minds are dreaming?
How can we have peace,
when all the people aren't at peace within,
when all we hear is the rhythm of war?
So we all just Dance to the rhythm of the war.
How can we have peace and war?