1. I’d Tell You But...
2. The Press Corpse
3. Exodus
4. The Project For A New American Century
5. Hymn For The Dead
6. This Is The End (For You My Friend)
7. One Trillion Dollars
8. State Funeral
9. Confessions Of An Economic Hit Man
10. War Sucks, Let’s Party!
11. The W.T.O. Kills Farmers
12. Cities Burn
13. Depleted Uranium Is A War Crime

2. The Press Corpse
The ( Downing Street ) memo says…

…We gotta work to make the facts fit the false charges
Pull the wool over the eyes of the filthy masses
Stab the people in the back for the corporate choice
Roll the propaganda out using The People’s Voice

We don’t want to talk about it…

The press scribble scribble every half-truth spoke
Then shoot it round the country like an April Fools joke
Hype the nation for a Desert Storm love affair
Wave the stars and stripes like you just don’t care!

They talk it up all day, talk it up all night
Talk until their face turns blue – Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew

They don’t want to… talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute
They don’t want to talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute

And on the TV screen…
…Diversion and aversion is the flavor of the day
Was it WMDs? Or Democracy?
Blame it on MI-6 or the CIA
The White House Press Corpse only has one thing to say…

“We don’t want to talk about it!”

The White House boils over, “Al Jazeera got it wrong!”
The Press Corpse jumps onboard singing the White House song
While over in Iraq thousands are dead because of lies
The spineless war drumming-press corpse have taken lives

They don’t want to… talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute
They don’t want to talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute
Fires fueled on endless lies
Black shrouds coat desert skies
A nation’s viewpoint blurred and led
As embeds report what they’re fed

8. State Funeral
This is the sound of a dropping bomb

After years of this are we still all content?
With being pawns in war game chess
Shuffled by King George and his English Queen
On a board of autocracy

Fundamentalist citing stories and fables
Of whose god is more righteously skilled
In whose gods’ honor we are all killed...

A dead ringer for Armageddon
This State Funeral, we do not mourn

And still the wicked sleep
And dream of endless years of tyranny
Passed on by incestuous means
Skull and Bone, Freemason reigns

Destroy all adversary - free yourself
Erase the common enemy - free yourself
Extinguishing the quarry - free yourself
Through the smoke screen we seek out justice