War E​.​P.

by Dan Whitley

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Lovingly dedicated to:
The Conservative And Unionist Party Of The United Kingdom
The Department for Work and Pensions
The Bank of England
The National Security Agency
The Honourable the Commons of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
Mr Donald John Trump
The Right Honourable George Gideon Oliver Osborne, CH, MP, PC
The United States Army
North Yorkshire Police
Department for Business, Energy and Industrial Strategy
Edmund John Philip Browne, Baron Browne of Madingley
The Right Honourable Theresa Mary May MP
Wal-Mart Stores, Inc
His Holiness Pope Saint Peter


released April 17, 2017



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Track Name: Come On
Come on, come on, come on, come on
So you come on
So you come on
And come on

You don't want to fight me you know you'll lose
Open the door, give me to choose
Hell awaits for your broken soul
You'll be lying there down in that hole

Come on, come on, come on, come on
So you come on

Steal from the wheels and cut the fat
We told you what we wanted, we don't want that
And all that you said was one big trap

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Dig into your pocket and find some change
Oil it with the juices from the ones you enslave
Put your hooks in me and tear the flesh
Twist and turn as you do best

Come on, come on, come on, come on
So you come on
Track Name: Temple Of Commerce
They say you hear every word we say
Well hear this, hear this, hear this
I am guilty of my crime
Guilty of my crime
You do not intimidate me
I will not be intimidated

Not by 600 men in Eton suits
Or one poor fool in a fat red tie
Do you really think that you outrank me?
With your sunglasses?
And your wiretapping?
You think any fool can't buy a microphone?

Inflationary spending
Like a cat that's lost his stick
Quantitative easing
Do you think you can seduce me?
You control everything
But you can't even play it to win

Drone attack
Is that what's coming for us?
You try to Peel away our rights
Do you think you can confuse me?
This isn't your homely desert
The ball's not in your court

We tear your walls
Grab everything in our sight
We're here for the gift of your gold
We'll rip each other to shreds
We're going to the temple of commerce

We come into your holy place
Running our lies through your deceit
We'll say we've cleansed the temple
All we've done is change the dirt
This is the temple of commerce