Napalm Death Fall On Their Swords
Dubious and murky
What aligns all parties
Strike swifter, stealthier, neater.
Untraced conscience cleaner
But we're armed with an ethic,
So to speak
'Defence' and 'Ordnance'
as commodities
Satiate like food and drink
Prostrate in it
In it to win it
But we're armed with an ethic,
So to speak
Fall on their swords
Pragmatic in dissent
To curb the arms you circulated
Blacklists and short lists
Alternate them on grace and favour
At Barrel's end
There are no convention
We fall on their swords
Die, die, die, die, die
