Paint It Black Lyrics
Atheists in Foxholes

Wipe that smile off your face. This is not happy
hour. I'm not in the mood to celebrate, no. You're
mixing cocktails while we're mixing concrete.
Fortifying bunkers and preparing for the retreat.
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You'll keep playing word games to disguise the
cost. Just keep us entertained, we won't recognize
the loss. And now it's bombs away, but we're not
OK. It keeps coming over and over again. When
"us vs. them" is hard-wired into the
brainstem.