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Drugged Wars
by Witheren
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SWAT teams busting down doors
Guess whose bodies hit the floors
Wonder what they're fighting for
And whose lives are accounted for
From the poppy fields to an air force base
Where sufficient yields mean a little gun trade
From a van with no windows delivering to the ghettos
To the mouth of politicians addressing the nations
Now the witch hunt is going after
Hanslinger's knobbly caricatures
Fervently chasing spectres
Of the British Raj's failed ventures
And other, it seems, literal pipe dreams
Crack head, dope fiend, weed-smoking has-been
No one cares much, if you freeze in a drain
With forty ounces of pain
Too bad you weren't born rich, sniffed powder cocaine
And sipped champagne
Instead finish your shift, doc's got a prescription
Of benzos or oxycontin
To cope with the learned helplessness
Make you feel like someone somewhere else
And the radio rebels romanticise
Thug life between advertisements
Suffragettes are puffin' cigarettes
And a weekend binge is as good it gets
Cause there is no cure for capitalism
While they stoke our fears on television
The real drug wars are fought using drugs
To poison marginalised communities
The real drug wars are fought using guns
Overseas payed for with drug money
The real drug wars are fought using drugs
As an excuse to mass incarcerate
The real drug wars are fought using guns
In the hands of all the police states
SWAT teams busting down doors
Guess whose bodies hit the floors
Wonder what they're fighting for
And whose lives are accounted for
From the poppy fields to an air force base
Where sufficient yields mean a little gun trade
From a van with no windows delivering to the ghettos
To the mouth of politicians addressing the nations
Now the witch hunt is going after
Hanslinger's knobbly caricatures
Fervently chasing spectres
Of the British Raj's failed ventures
And other, it seems, literal pipe dreams
Crack head, dope fiend, weed-smoking has-been
No one cares much, if you freeze in a drain
With forty ounces of pain
Too bad you weren't born rich, sniffed powder cocaine
And sipped champagne
Instead finish your shift, doc's got a prescription
Of benzos or oxycontin
To cope with the learned helplessness
Make you feel like someone somewhere else
And the radio rebels romanticise
Thug life between advertisements
Suffragettes are puffin' cigarettes
And a weekend binge is as good it gets
Cause there is no cure for capitalism
While they stoke our fears on television
The real drug wars are fought using drugs
To poison marginalised communities
The real drug wars are fought using guns
Overseas payed for with drug money
The real drug wars are fought using drugs
As an excuse to mass incarcerate
The real drug wars are fought using guns
In the hands of all the police states
