Expendable Goods Lyrics

Album: Mincer

Marching towards your grave

of your country you are a slave

you don't mean shit to them

expendable good in their cash flow plan


nationalist thoughts drilled in your brain

like your country is some holy grail

forced and pushed for the kill


expendable goods


what has your country ever done for you?

except pushing you and twisting the truth

and pulling you out of your neighbourhood


expendable goods


so march on to your fucking death

or choose life and fucking object

no state ain't worth to die for

let the bastards fight their own wars