There's A Skeleton In My Military Industrial Closet - Cobra Skulls

This economy has been taken under siege

By an industry that’s been dictated militarily

Dependent on oil under foreign soil

Like a locomotive waiting to feel the water boil

And our jobs in new technology are going over seas

To Bangalore and Tokyo and back to old Paris

But if you’re looking for job security look where your

Nation’s spending all of your taxation

Je ne suis pas la bourgeoisie, we are the proletariat

The house can’t stand without the foundation

Even though you bury it

And even though my hand prepared the food you eat

You wouldn’t stop to shake it

If you saw me on the street

And we haven’t changed a thing since 1944

The business men in office make a killing with the war

Rosie you don’t have to rivet anymore

But your living wage is what you’re fighting for

Father’s going to guarantee to build a better bomb

If uncle Sam will guarantee a paycheck every month

Brother’s in the infantry so he can go to college

After his 4th and final tour

And go ahead and call me a communist

Because I care for the welfare of my people

I’m born your equal but don’t you think its evil

To own islands of property in a sea of starving