Dead kids, dead kids
One hand, two feet
Dead kids, dead kids
I’ll tell you what I see
Terrorist, terrorist
There isn’t an innocent
Terrorist, terrorist
Manufacture consent
Join the army, it’s so fun
Young and old, snipe them
Boom boom, with a gun
Off the earth, we wipe them
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Terrorists, all terrorists
Won’t let them get away
PRESS vest, or in nappies
We don’t discriminate
Right to kill, right to rape
Demolish, emaciate
Right to take it all away
All go in a common grave
White flag, so what?
Safe zone? Send a drone!
We love dressing up
Let me try that dress on
Get in your tank, go slowly
Dead and alive, keep going
All homes and trees, we’re holy
Nothing to say, keep rolling
Hunt them, find them, squish them
Our quadcopter sees them
Tie them, strip them, beat them
Human animals, see them?
Who’s going to say “no”?
Even when we lose control
Who’s going to say “stop”?
Moral army and so on
Hospitals are gone
Schools are (also) all gone
Roads and homes? Come on
There’s no right of return
Dead kids, dead kids
One hand, two feet
Dead kids, dead kids
What is it that you see?
Conchi
Spoken word in Brisbane City Mall, 29 November 2024, where Palestine met Santa.
