Max Rebo Kids

Today's Starvation

Max Rebo Kids


Today's starvation for tomorrow's warfare 
The dawn of a new age gives hope to the people 
They're being lied to by their messiah 
Who got elected when he drew the sword from the stone 
But cast it between men 
Let the peasants starve with their exceptions 
Let them know nothing about the war that is certain to come 
The blood of my ancestor's victims 
Runs through me 
It's turned against the investigators 
Of tomorrow's warfare 
New man-of-war, combat aircrafs and anti-person mines 
Armament's a foul bread for the poor that does not satisfy 
If there's a saviour to come 
He must turn weapons to bread 
This is what keeps the people 
In an unbearable state 
It's the bar that blocks the door from 
Personal Hell to freedom 
Stop it 
Pay back what you have stolen 
Give it back to the man on the streets 
Our resources must serves better purposes 
Than developing a death machinery 
The blood of my ancestor's victims 
Runs Through me 
It's turned against the investigators 
Of tomorrow's bloodshed