Fall on Their Swords

Lyrics

Dubious and murky What aligns all parties Strike swifter, stealthier, nearer Untraced conscience cleaner But we're armed With an ethic So to speak 'Defence' and 'Ordnance' As commodities Satiate like food and drink Prostrate in it In it to win it But we're armed With an ethic So to speak Fall on their swords Pragmatic in dissent To curb the arms you circulated Blacklists and shortlists Alternate them on grace and favour At Barrel's end There are no conventions We fall on their swords Die, die, die, die ,die