[Intro — Cheerful, Poisonous] Yeah… Good morning, everybody. Sun is shining. Birds are coughing. Flags are waving. Idiots in suits are pointing at maps again. Ain’t that beautiful? King Koff. R’s up. --- [Verse 1] Ayy, what a lovely little day for a breakdown, Whole world smiling while the bombs make a playground. Big men talking from a room with the lights on, Send kids to the dirt, then they ask what went wrong. March, march, left-right, clap for the brave, Then they cut the damn check while they dance on the grave. Call it honor, call it duty, call it freedom with a grin, Funny how the poor always pay when the rich wanna win. I ain’t impressed by a flag on a coffin, I ain’t moved by a speech when the truth start rotting. You can dress up death in a clean little phrase, Still smell like fear when the smoke clears away. Rocket got poison, yeah, that’s no surprise, But at least I don’t sell it as paradise. They call me villain cause I don’t pretend, But them boys start wars and get called “great men.” --- [Hook — Upbeat, Catchy] La-la-la, what a lovely little war, Everybody clap while they ask for more. Big smile, bright lights, blood on the floor, Tell me who the hell we even fighting for? Na-na-na, let the trumpets play, Same old fools making new graves. King Koff laughing in a black parade, If peace don’t profit, they throw it away. La-la-la, what a lovely little lie, Wave your little flag while the young ones die. I’m sick of the kings who hide indoors, Cheering from the back of a lovely little war. --- [Verse 2] They love drawing lines on a map they don’t live in, Love giving orders they don’t gotta sit in. Love saying “sacrifice” from leather seats, While somebody’s child bleeds out in the street. Generals grin when the cameras blink, Politicians talk tough with a champagne drink. Everybody got courage when they’re miles from the flame, Everybody got pride when they don’t know the names. I seen trainers get thrown into battles for glory, Then the ones who survived get a “thank you” story. Little medal, little handshake, little photo-op flash, Then they’re back in the dark with a bag full of ash. Nah, I ain’t buying that heroic disguise, I seen too many devils with patriotic eyes. They don’t want peace, they want leverage and loans, They want bodies on fields and numbers on phones. And me? I’m poison. I know what I am. But them? They bottle rot and call it a plan. --- [Hook — Upbeat, Catchy] La-la-la, what a lovely little war, Everybody clap while they ask for more. Big smile, bright lights, blood on the floor, Tell me who the hell we even fighting for? Na-na-na, let the trumpets play, Same old fools making new graves. King Koff laughing in a black parade, If peace don’t profit, they throw it away. La-la-la, what a lovely little lie, Wave your little flag while the young ones die. I’m sick of the kings who hide indoors, Cheering from the back of a lovely little war. --- [Bridge — Bright Melody, Dark Words] Dance, dance, while the sirens sing, Smile real big for the war machine. Paint it gold, make the headlines clean, Hide the blood where the world can’t see. Sing, sing, what a perfect day, Another fool found a price to pay. If the bosses had to bleed the same, Bet the whole damn game would change. --- [Verse 3] They say, “Pick a side,” like they gave me a choice, Like the dead get heard if they raise their voice. Like the kid in the crater had a vote in the room, Like the mother at home wanted flags on the tomb. Fuck that. I’m tired of the theater. Tired of the chants. Tired of cowards making courage mandatory for the ants. You want war? Go first. Put your suit in the mud. Put your soft little hands where you ordered the blood. Let the ones who profit be the first ones drafted, Let the ones who cheer be the first impacted. Watch how quick all the speeches get shorter, When the bill comes due and it crosses their border. King Koff don’t preach peace like a saint on a hill, I’m just sick of rich idiots treating death like a bill. Sick of flags getting waved over broken homes, Sick of old men gambling with young folks’ bones. I got venom in my mouth, but the truth tastes worse: War ain’t glory. It’s a rich man’s curse. --- [Final Hook — Bigger, Chantable] La-la-la, what a lovely little war, Everybody clap while they ask for more. Big smile, bright lights, blood on the floor, Tell me who the hell we even fighting for? Na-na-na, let the trumpets play, Same old fools making new graves. King Koff laughing in a black parade, If peace don’t profit, they throw it away. La-la-la, what a lovely little lie, Wave your little flag while the young ones die. I’m sick of the kings who hide indoors, Cheering from the back of a lovely little war. --- [Outro — Cheerful, Bitter] Beautiful day. Beautiful flags. Beautiful speeches. Beautiful graves. Ain’t the world amazing? R’s up.
