War is good for business, -let me tell you how. Profits add up with every photon round. Counting up our profits when boots hit the ground. War is good for business, War is good for business, (Verse 1) When the phasers start to fire, the latinum flows, Every blast, every strike, our profits grow. We sell to the friend, we sell to the foe, Shipments of weapons on the down low. Need some disruptors? We’ve got 'em in stock, Starships, an weapons, pick 'em up at the dock. Information’s a goldmine, we peddle the truth, We'd never pick a side in a fight, that's so uncouth. (Chorus) War is good for business, and it shan't be ignored Every battle, every skirmish, brings us more and more. We arm both sides, we sell supplies, And when the dust settles, we already claimed the prize. War is good for business, feel no shame, Profit’s the only side we’ll ever name. (Verse 2) Got a fleet that needs fueling? We’ve got the gas, For the right price, we deliver it fast. We sell the bombs and bandages, food and phaser banks, It's been a pleasure doing business, - Thanks! We whisper secrets, sell intel discreet, Who needs peace when the margins are sweet? While the ships explode, we raise our glass, To the fools in battle, “Thanks for the the cash!” (Chorus) (Verse 3) Got a blockade running? We’ll slip you through, With cloaked freighters filled with arms brand new. Sabotage a fleet? We’ve got the tech, For the right price, leave your enemies wrecked. We broker ceasefires just long enough, To restock the weapons and ship more and more stuff. Then fuel the flames with a well-placed word, Conflict flairs up, and our deals are assured. (Verse 4) Need a spy with watchful eyes? We’ve got them for hire, Feed the other side lies, light the fuse, set the galaxy on fire. We'll sell the cure after we sell the disease, Play'n both sides is our expertise. While others mourn, we count the gains, For every missile launched, the latinum rains. Peace will come with a pause, before trade, In ashes of destruction, more fortunes are to be made. (Bridge) Caskets and coffins, they’re just another sale, We’ll comfort the mourners, and sell them ale. When the fighting’s done, who’s left standing tall? It’s the Ferengi—we profited from it all. (Chorus) (Outro) So remember this rule, when the fighting starts, The Ferengi play the game with ruthless hearts. War is good for business, and death we are happy to sell But in a war, we Ferengi fill our coffers from this deep deep well. Yeah, war is good for business... Profit from the death toll—that’s just how we roll.
