Straw Men
Bad Breeding Lyrics

How many new ways to moralise
ashen skin and blood-soaked cries?

This will never be our war
Their mortal rattle
Not mine, not yours

To die in the name of emancipation
or the aspirations of a cold skyline?
This will never be our war
Their mortal rattle
Not mine, not yours

The same old card-trick through the years: human life for capital
Rand sold her lines and built the trojan horse
Now the glib Valley dances to the smug hum of drones
Their cruel sweep of progress recast as liberation

Profit makes it clinical and distance makes it clean
While torture greets the outstretched arms of humanity
And at home they'll sell you freedoms,
twisted portraits of the self
The commodity of confidence,
slick opinions off the shelf
All snake oil distractions
and Frontier morality
while the Eagle and the Cowboy
plunder workers in the street