Are you believing the morning papers?

War is coming back in style

There's generals here, advisers there

And the Russians nibbling everywhere

The chessboard's filling up with red

We make more profits when we blow off their heads

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Economy is looking bad

Let's start another war (when ya get drafted)

Fan the fires of racist hatred

We want total war (when ya get drafted)

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Drooling fingers, panic buttons

Playing with missiles like they're toys

There's easy money, easy jobs

Especially when you build the bombs

That blow big cities off the map

Just guess who profits when we build 'em back up

When Ya Get Drafted, Dead Kennedys