Ding dong, the witch is deadnshe took a bullet to the side of her headnand she yelled something obscene as she fell down.nWell, fuck me - the war is wonnand I didn't have time for a protest song,nnobody can tell who's a hero, who's a clown.nn(we need a cull)nnMove along, you're getting in the way:nAnother fat American shouting all daynand when the food comes out we have to say grace.nA dumb foreigner sleeping in your bednIt all happened like the old man saidnBut I'm so scared I'm a national disgracennAnd when the bad guys win the battlenAnd when they burn your castle to the groundnAnd when they steal all your moneynI hope they stand on your roof and throw it down to the crowd.nn(we need a cull)nnThe world is owned by 500 mennand everything is organised to benefit themnthe rest of us scrabble around for what they throw outnSo when you look at the civilian deadnand there's a price on the president's headnDon't even bother to ask what it's all about.nnAnd when the bad guys win the battlenAnd when they burn your castle to the groundnAnd when they steal all your moneynI hope they stand on your roof and throw it down to the crowd.nnAnd when the bad guys win the battlenAnd when they burn your castle to the groundnAnd when they get the Lord Chief JusticenI hope they stand on your roof and throw him down to the crowd.nnIt's all gonna be the same in the end:na moment of glory to show off to your friendsnBut when it's gone, the motherfucker's gone.nWe all go home and we all ignorenmillions and billions and trillions morenThere is no end to this song:nIt goes on...nnAnd when the bad guys win the battlenAnd when they burn your castle to the groundnAnd when they steal all your moneynI hope they stand on your roof and throw it down to the crowd.nnAnd when the bad guys win the battlenAnd when they burn your castle to the groundnAnd when they get the Lord Chief JusticenI hope they stand on your roof and throw him down to the crowd.nn(we need a cull)