Pop Imperialism

Love, baby
I want you to cry, baby
I want you to try, baby
I want you to die, maybe

Faltering, I'm astray
Epidemic mundane
Qualified, justified
Pasteurized, so inane
Mathematics prevail
Over hands held by nails
Crucified, rarified, petrified in the rain

Faltering, I'm astray (love baby)
Epidemic mundane (I want you to cry, baby)
Qualified, justified
Pasteurized, so inane
Mathematics prevail
Over hands held by nails
Crucified, rarified, petrified in the rain

Pop, pop imperialism
Forging unhealthy alliances
Savage transformation
Of the world of appliances
The arms and legs of martyred men
Doomed civilization
Charred and dropped from their sockets
The truth of formations

Nations come together as one
Forming candles in the sun
The candle burns deep inside his head
His wax mind, finally dead
His wax mind, they all had learned
Had secrets of those that burned
In the valleys with a gun
They still didn't reach the sun, sun, sun

Now, nations come together as one
Sending killers on the run
Controlling the crowd they take the killers
Place bold and proud
Now even if I wasn't dead
I'd see the dying straight ahead
Believe in your own destiny
Life is not what you seem to be

Now nations come together as one
Chase the children to the desert
And let them frizzle away and fry
Although in their own mothers' eyes
We can say or do most anything
As long as we're allowed to think, think, think
Let's make an example of them all
Take this institution down to a fall

Pop, pop imperialism
Forging unhealthy alliances
Savage transformation
Of the world of appliances
The arms and legs of martyred men
Doomed civilization
Charred and dropped from their sockets
The truth of formations

Faltering, I'm astray
Epidemic mundane
Qualified, justified
Pasteurized, so inane
Mathematics prevail
Over hands held by nails
Crucified, rarified, petrified in the rain