Inoculated City - Remastered

The soldier boy for his soliders pay
 Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says
 The seargent will for his seargent's pay
 Obeythe general order of the battle play
 The generals bow to the government
 Obey the charge you must not relent
 What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
 What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?
 We are tired of the tune
 You must not relent
 At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
 Another boy from another side
 The bulletins that steady come in say those
 Familiar words at the top of the hour
 The jamming city increases it's hum
 And those terrible words continue to come
 Through bras music of government hear those
 Guns tattoo a roll on the drums
 No-one mentions the neighboring war
 No one knows what they're fighting for
 We are tired of the tune
 You must not relent