Cash in Hand

by Dan Collins

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Tanks and bombs and guns and money a three ring circus but the clowns aren’t funny and the bear won’t dance for the whip and chain so we reach for the hammer and the sickle again Tanks and bombs and guns and oil Come for the scenery and stay for the spoils you can borrow what you need and take what you can because war means money and its cash in hand. Who gets rich when the poor man dies? who wins big when they back both sides? Hear the sirens call and the suits come running selling Tanks and bombs and guns and women... Tanks and bombs and guns and property never runs out though we live in poverty fill your bags with bread and we’ll fight for water while we dodge through the rubble and the bricks and the mortars Tanks and bombs and guns and greed stealing from the things that we actually need you can buy a bigger bomb and you can build a bigger bunker sink a buddy’s boat and then pretend you never sunk her Who gets rich when the poor man dies? who wins big when they back both sides? Hear the sirens call and the suits come running selling Tanks and bombs and guns and women... Tanks and bombs and guns and cameras theatre of war never looked so glamourous a camouflaged parade that you can see from space like a scar on the cheek of the human race Tanks and bombs and guns and promises peace everlasting if you run through the columns of the enemy ranks and the ranged artillery a rifle on your shoulder and a little amphetamine Who gets rich when the poor man dies? who wins big when they back both sides? Hear the sirens call and the suits come running selling Tanks and bombs and guns and women... gold and gas and eggs of china crypto-coins and bullet shells profit sends your soul to heaven first unleash a little hell... Tanks and bombs and guns and wealth doing nothing for the world but take a little for yourself make a dollar make a dime and pull a trigger on your way kill more than you lose or you don’t get paid Tanks and bombs and guns and money war makes wealth like a bee makes honey but the hives on fire and the drones are screaming racking up debt until its lost all meaning Who gets rich when the poor man dies? who wins big when they back both sides? Hear the sirens call and the suits come running selling Tanks and bombs and guns and women... Dan Collins
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Tanks and bombs and guns and money a three ring circus but the clowns aren’t funny and the bear won’t dance for the whip and chain so we reach for the hammer and the sickle again Tanks and bombs and guns and oil Come for the scenery and stay for the spoils you can borrow what you need and take what you can because war means money and its cash in hand. Who gets rich when the poor man dies? who wins big when they back both sides? Hear the sirens call and the suits come running selling Tanks and bombs and guns and women... Tanks and bombs and guns and property never runs out though we live in poverty fill your bags with bread and we’ll fight for water while we dodge through the rubble and the bricks and the mortars Tanks and bombs and guns and greed stealing from the things that we actually need you can buy a bigger bomb and you can build a bigger bunker sink a buddy’s boat and then pretend you never sunk her Who gets rich when the poor man dies? who wins big when they back both sides? Hear the sirens call and the suits come running selling Tanks and bombs and guns and women... Tanks and bombs and guns and cameras theatre of war never looked so glamourous a camouflaged parade that you can see from space like a scar on the cheek of the human race Tanks and bombs and guns and promises peace everlasting if you run through the columns of the enemy ranks and the ranged artillery a rifle on your shoulder and a little amphetamine Who gets rich when the poor man dies? who wins big when they back both sides? Hear the sirens call and the suits come running selling Tanks and bombs and guns and women... gold and gas and eggs of china crypto-coins and bullet shells profit sends your soul to heaven first unleash a little hell... Tanks and bombs and guns and wealth doing nothing for the world but take a little for yourself make a dollar make a dime and pull a trigger on your way kill more than you lose or you don’t get paid Tanks and bombs and guns and money war makes wealth like a bee makes honey but the hives on fire and the drones are screaming racking up debt until its lost all meaning Who gets rich when the poor man dies? who wins big when they back both sides? Hear the sirens call and the suits come running selling Tanks and bombs and guns and women... Dan Collins

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released June 3, 2022

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