 Weapons, not food, not hope, not shoes, not need Just feed the war cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rumble That used to be a library, now they put a mine cemetery now What we don't know keeps the contract alive and movable They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove them While our warehouses sell as fuck as the cells Rally round the family, pockets full of shells Rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family