Napalm Death

... And so it comes to pass
With a shrug of the shoulders
A washing of the hands
It was war through lies on demand
Work to live to fund their egos
With bombs and shaky claims
Make the cowboy killer's day
Take one life and your's will cease
He'll take thousands (in the) name of "peace"
Selective memory and distorted words
The methods of the untouchable
Struts away and dusts off his gun
To cast more net on his "axis of evil"
Make the cowboy killer's cay
Prays on all your lethargy
Knows you'll turn the other cheek