War Without Blood

Half the time is pantomime
Half the time it's only make believe
Heaven knows, heaven only knows
It's anemic as hell with it's soft sickle cell

But still the moving target's hit
We stop them in their tracks
With modern artefacts
Until the gutter turns to mud
The show goes down a bomb
With modern artefacts

After death occurs, the show must go on
And off and on, And over time
The three days week, the monthly board
Roll by to fill the greater mas cavities hold our teeth
Apart it's too much to take in, it's too much to take in
It's too much to take in

But still the moving target's hit
We stop them in their tracks
With modern artefacts
Until the gutter turns to mud
The show goes down a bomb
With modern artefacts

Until we learn to loose the game
We'll always play the game

But still the moving target's hit
We stop them in their tracks
With modern artefacts
Until the gutter turns to mud
The show goes down a bomb
With modern artefacts