Napalm Death

There's only one war to end all war
It's the loathing behind the eyes
And when the eyes stay out of focus
Fizxed on a point that spurns compassion
And goads for challenge
Thatcher, Reagan, Bush - that's one three-headed beast
It's the loathing behind the eyes
And when those eyes conceal the zealot
Winter than white, but the robots buy it
They clap and cheer
Kudos to bask in the belly of the beast
Procreation of the wicked
Gifted remits to exceed