Inoculated city

Inoculated City Lyrics:The soldier boy for his soliders pay
Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says.

The seargent will for his seargent's pay
Obeythe general order of the battle play.

The generals bow to the government
Obey the charge you must not relent.

What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?
We are tired of the tune
You must not relent.

At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes

Another boy from another side.

The bulletins that steady come in say those
Familiar words at the top of the hour.

The jamming city increases it's hum
And those terrible words continue to come.

Through bras music of government hear those
Guns tattoo a roll on the drums.

No-one mentions the neighboring war
No one knows what they're fighting for
We are tired of the tune
You must not relent