Apoc - Yankee Go Home! Lyrics
Blood on the screen, blood on the pavementGuerilla warfare is the new entertainmentGot a debt? Better yet! Better get the paymentsTrue colors of the world are whatever we paint itWhatever we make it, wherever we’re stationedIf ya got a desk job, then better not say shitIf ya got a death squad, then guess who trained itLand of the free market secret agentHome of the brave new world invasionAfter disaster strikes your nationHere come the heroes with donationsBut with the aid paid we made some changesChicago School rules imposed with purposeCurrency crashed, now your cash is worthlessEconomic shock doctrine caused crisisCan’t call it your country cuz we privatized itYankee go home!Plastic soldiers, two dollars a dozenMolded from petroleum and baked in an ovenPackaged in a pretty bag and sold for a profitWith a little warning label says ‘toys could be toxic’Here comes the motorcade of murder-merry mercenariesMowin’ down the peasantry ‘n leavin’ every merchant waryBurnin’ Bush in effigy won’t stop us stealin’ energyYour efforts leave us laughin’, while they leave your loved ones hurt ‘n buriedYou can try to perch ‘n parry - why bother?Rendition means sedition’s simply bein’ sons or fathersWars are for the poor to source demands for cannon fodderReconstruction’s function is to poach and plunder properLine our leaders’ pockets while their stocks skyrocketIf turmoil is the product, then who are we to stop it?You’re hurtin’ because Halliburton’s reportin’ record profitsBut you’re learnin’ what it means to earn the knowledge of what shock isYou call that slaughter? We call it Blackwater‘N it acts to combat those who attack what we offerYou call that torture? We call it KUBARK methodsWe’re only here to make money, don’t confuse our effortsYankee go home!The economists call it reform, the pundits call it progressBut no one calls it empire, cuz that’d be being honestThe World Bank’s here to help, the IMF’ll save the dayBut better read the fine print, and learn the cost of aidYankee go home!Plastic soldiers, two dollars a dozenMolded from petroleum and baked in an ovenPackaged in a pretty bag and sold for a profitWith a little warning label says ‘toys could be toxic’
