There's a prophet on a mountain
And he's making up dinner
With long division and a riding crop.
Anybody can feel like a winner
When it's served up piping hot.

But the people aren't looking for a handout,
They're America's working corps.
Can this be what they voted for?

Let them eat war, [x2]
That's how to ration the poor.
Let them eat war, [x2]
There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride.

From the force to the union shops
The war economy is making new jobs,
But the people who benefit most
Are breaking bread with their benevolent host.

You never stole from the rich to give to the poor,
All they ever gave to them was a war
And a foreign enemy to deplore.

Let them eat war, [x2]
That's how to ration the poor.
Let them eat war, [x2]
There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride.

Kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks.
Squeeze some blue collars, make 'em bleed from their necks.
Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat
Because it's Freedom or Debt and they won't question it.
At a job site the boss is God-like,
Conditioned workhorses park at a stop light,
Seasoned vets with their feet in nets
A stone's throw away from a rock fight, but not tonight, feed 'em death.

(Feed 'em death) Here comes another ration
(Feed 'em death) 'Cuz they're the finest in the nation,
(Feed 'em death) When there's nothing left to feed them with
(Feed 'em death) It's freedom or it's death.

Let them eat war, [x2]
That's how to ration the poor.
Let them eat war, [x2]
There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride.