Machiavelli drew plans for his army
“Call up the conscripts, we’re heading for war”
Charge into battle for bloodlust and victory
Never a question of what we fight for
I looked for answers, I found only questions
I looked at solutions then wiped clean the slate
I looked for riches, and found myself poorer
I looked for love, and I found only hate
I tried to be regal, a pawn playing chess
I went out dancing with Lady MacBeth
I looked for home and I found myself homeless
I looked for life and I found only death
Old Thomas Malthus weighed in on the topic
“We fight for we have far too many sons”
Waxing poetic, sounding philanthropic
When the bodies are buried, what to do with their Guns?
I looked for answers, I found only questions
I looked at solutions then wiped clean the slate
I looked for riches, and found myself poorer
I looked for love, and I found only hate
I tried to be regal, a pawn playing chess
I went out dancing with Lady MacBeth
I looked for home and I found myself homeless
I looked for life and I found only death
Then Sir Thomas Carlyle asked for a hero
Someone with honor and some noblesse
Medical science has made Death a zero
The only thing left is the IRS
I looked for answers, I found only questions
I looked at solutions then wiped clean the slate
I looked for riches, and found myself poorer
I looked for love, and I found only hate
I tried to be regal, a pawn playing chess
I went out dancing with Lady MacBeth
I looked for home and I found myself homeless
I looked for life and I found only death
