New Model Army Bloodsports
There are boxes packed with bullets, there are crates
all stacked with boxes
There are uniforms and hardware, there are meals all
wrapped in plastic
Through the night the ships are loading, every night
these ships are loading
By the glare of the burning floodlights and the dancing
of the swarmed mosquitoes
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and
rich still send the young men
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of
metal burning
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other
as if we're strangers
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war
He says: this body I have been given shall be returned
unto its maker
Beneath my clothes these secrets hidden, the sacrifice
that I have to offer
By the checkpoint there are soldiers and the cypress
branches waving
And the light is hard as glass and the sky is blue and
cool and waiting
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and
rich still send the young men
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of
metal burning
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other
as if we're strangers
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war
These stupid empty words could all be written on the
cold pale skin
Of the dead laid out in shallow graves along the road
of bombed out palm trees
And in the corners of the bars and cafes, in every
town, in every nation
There are these blood-sports on the TVs and the loaded
toneless voices
There are cameras by the gravesides and in the
executioners' chambers
There are cameras high above us to guide the missiles
down from the heavens
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and
rich still send the young men
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of
oil burning
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other
just like strangers
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war
