Crass

-D'ya know what I just realized?
-Hm
He ain't thick, it's just a trick
-Ya that's good
-Hm
-Should we uhh play the whole lot now?
Their arms have been steel
Their blood, the oil of machinery
Their bodies are the ballast of war
Their souls are the blast of it
The power, the trickle of hope
The dreamy eyed bodies of lost time
Too many to respect
Too many to feel
Too many to know
Too many to remember