Текст песни Albright Monument, Bagdhad

Wadia's best friend's youngest sister was denied a
proper burial because for two days they couldn't douse
the flames the allied planes had showered on her tiny
body. And all the paper trails that lead to all the
roads that lead to all these Basras make it seem like
we're all just "collateral damage" waiting to be happened
in some unforeseen Pentagon budget-drill.
Today's Ba'ath regime is just the Red Scare of yesteryear.
And I drink myself to sleep because I'm losing faith
that any of us will ever amount to anything more than
reluctant human subsidies,
the moving parts in a death-machine,
protesting their complicity,Propaghandi - Albright Monument, Bagdhad - http://ru.motolyrics.com/propaghandi/albright-monument-bagdhad-lyrics.html
but waiting for somebody else to throw their body on
the churning gears. I drink myself to sleep because
I'm losing faith that we, here in the Cradle of Affluence
can cease this sickening drive for individual strength
through state-powers' swinging fists or that we'll
ever look back and laugh at the irony that is: an atomic
murderer is enshrined in Independence,
USA while 8000 miles from here
(back in the Cradle of Democracy) it's another banner
year for a cottage industry - a ritual at the corner
of George and Constantine - as foundries scramble to
recast his decapitated monument.