[Intro – Whispered, one voice] They feed us… They feed us bread… [Verse 1 – Shouted syncopation] They feed us bread, they drop us bombs! They bless the guilt, they bless the wrongs! They kiss the flags, they wash their hands, And bury the truth in foreign sands! [Pre-Chorus – Half-sung, rising tension] Mother cries, the children cheer, Freedom’s just a souvenir! [Chorus – Harmonized scream/sing] Bread and bombs! Eat your fill! Drink the blood, it tastes like will! Bread and bombs! Holy meal! Faith in steel, faith in steel! [Guitar Break – fast triplets, then sudden silence] [Bridge – Quiet spoken, with military drum roll] Who writes the laws? Who writes the hymns? Who counts the dead, And forgives their sins? [Chorus – shouted with echo repeats] Bread and bombs! Feast divine! Wash the blood in turpentine! Bread and bombs! Kneel and sing Long live the puppet, long live the king! [Outro – distant chant, fading like a radio] Bread and bombs… bread and bombs…
