[instrumental] [Verse 1] Polished shoes on the tarmac Private jet, quiet grin Maps spread out like a card game Every border worth a spin Suit and tie at the briefing Talking “costs” in a calm, dry tone Just another tidy quarter Built on towns they’ll never know [Chorus] Business of war, they’re counting the dead like profit Every broken bone, another line in the log Spin it on screens till the truth looks spotless Greed writes the script And we all pay for the plot Dividends of Blood [instrumental] [Verse 2] They sell fear in a bright ad Flag-wrapped, prime-time show Promise safety in small print Tiny font where the numbers go They toast deals over red meat Clinking glass, staring down graphs While a kid stares out at a crater Asking where his father went [Chorus] Business of war, they’re counting the dead like profit Every broken bone, another line in the log Spin it on screens till the truth looks spotless Greed writes the script And we all pay for the plot Dividends of Blood [instrumental] [Solo instrumental] [Bridge] Who signs the check for the casket? Who pockets change from the ashes? (yeah) All those “thoughts and prayers” on paper Filed right next to the contracts [Chorus] Business of war, they’re counting the dead like profit Every broken bone, another line in the log Turn up the lies till the truth sounds toxic Greed wrote the script But we can burn down the plot Dividends of Blood [Lengthy instrumental with string section and orchestra]
