New Axis Power Lyrics

On the border of Armenia

The Skirmish has returned

While the oil fields in Syria

Are commandeered or burned

There's a New Axis Power Treaty

In the Middle East

Between the US, Israel

The Saudis and UAE

What the motives have to be?

But just a savage power grab?

We want a Free Palestine

They want a passive pasture slab

All the bodies y'all been dining over

How'd you have an appetite?

Sipping Scotch in your loafers

To attack by satellite

You'll pay for your crimes

Only so many streets you can line with the soldiers

That you dispose of like orange rinds

Keeping Gore in mind, I adore when the foreigner's blinded

Aim your sights on the sore, 'cause you bored and mindless

Life of a sword for the old and spineless

Price of the horde, can't afford a virus

Thinking the tyrant's ISIS

Blowing up stores like it's nobody's business

Paying for whores with the poor man's riches

Touring the country, they tore it to shreds

War is the pageant they scored for the dead

Know enough people that signed with a Sergeant

To tell you "they're evil, they like to be harmful"

They're arms of a system in Jeopardy, flailing out desperately

I can't forgive them their treachery

Ain't been a decade in the last century

Or recent memory

Where we haven't been accessory

Or the leader of the posse

For Human Rights violations

So fuck this fascist nation

In a marketplace in Yemen

Slavery is not abolished

And a mile of ancient relics

In Afghanistan demolished

There's a New Axis Power Treaty

In the Middle East

Between the US, Israel

The Saudis and UAE

What the motives have to be?

For this destruction of history?

Is inflicting a misery

On the locals called liberty?

All the bodies y'all been eating over

How'd you take the silverware?

Before your unmanned rover

Dropped explosives from the air?

Ruling-class weaponry

Just another booted foot on the centipede

Thinking that they Batman, fighting the Bad Man

When they abandoned the Genevieve

"Yeah, let's go Bam-Bam the enemies"

Better no bandana, bend to me

Uncle Sam's first-born with an M-1

"Put me in a van that can handle in the sand, you can bet on peace"

Please frag your colonel, leave him in the ground and burn his journal

God will give you Grace in the place eternal

Think about the way that they raped Lavena

Make your rage infernal, that's a Major hurdle

Set Danger Purple

When the racists in circles of power

Keeping the gates from the journalists' scour

Ain't no debate, it's a cover-up, just look at the cowards!