Freedom's Fodder

A case where I was just handed some lyrics from the ether....

Freedom's Fodder

Gather round you plebes and listen to me sing
All hail the cogs inside our war machine,
In foreign lands they keep you warm and safe
In your good name they kill, bomb and strafe

All hail the King, Won't you kiss his ring?
"Oh you poor thing, I see you've lost your...thing".

Hear the thunder, see the lightning
Behold we bring shock and awe
We seek your praise, sons and daughters
To the glory goes freedom's fodder

What are riches to you in light of these graves
Give your good cheer and spy this flag that waves
Let go your pain let me comfort you
To those who lost a child we honor you
For those who object we have something too

All hail the King, Won't you kiss this ring?
"Just give me that and let freedom ring".

Hear the thunder, see the lightning
Behold we bring shock and awe
We seek your praise, your sons and daughters
to the glory goes freedom's fodder