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45 They Just Laugh

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///*****/// ///They Just Laugh ///Lyrics © 2026 Joshua Sloan ///Kindness Matters Music Productions ///*****/// [Intro | low drone | slow heavy breakbeat | warped sample | deep spoken] A man gives the order A little girl hears the blast He'll never know her name The men who sold the bombs just laugh [Verse 1 | deep menacing half-spoken, building | grinding bassline] A mother holds a body That used to be her son She did not start the argument She did not fire the gun She did not draw the border She did not pick the fight But she will dig the grave alone And fill it in tonight [Chorus | shouted hardcore | hammer | dub echo] Our suffering is funny To the men who make the money The merchants of death Get fat on our dead They laugh, LAUGH, LAUGH [Verse 2 | deep menacing half-spoken, building | grinding bassline] A father walks the rubble Where the market used to stand He did not sign the contract He did not make the plan A stranger sold the missile A stranger lit the fuse A stranger pockets millions And the father gets the news [Chorus | shouted hardcore | hammer | dub echo] Our suffering is funny To the men who make the money The merchants of death Get fat on our dead They laugh, LAUGH, LAUGH [Bridge | bass drops then slams back | shouted | warped] They make a profit We pay in blood They make a killing Graves in the mud We carry our dead Our dead Our dead And they laugh [Verse 3 | deep menacing half-spoken, building to climax | grinding bassline] They will never let it finish 'Cause the dying pays so well They will sell the war as freedom And they'll never count the shells So remember when they tell you That a war was somehow just There's a man who made a fortune And a child who turned to dust [Chorus | shouted hardcore | hammer | dub echo | doubled] Our suffering is funny To the men who make the money The merchants of death Get fat on our dead They laugh, LAUGH, LAUGH [Outro | low drone | breakbeat fades | warped static | building to full shout] Evil men made a fortune Our children turned to dust And while we bury all we love They laugh They laugh They LAUGH [static cuts out] [End]