 Weapons, not food, not clothes, not shoes, not need Just feed the war cannibal animal eyes Rock the corner, triple 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 book, they just remove them Wild arms, warehouses, selling crackers and cells Rally round the family, pockets full of shells Rally round the family With a pocket full of shells