My name is John Fletcher. I sell weapons of war.
My wares are high quality, they'll settle the score.
If you need protection from the hordes of the East
my crossbows and arrows bring down any beast.
A small bag of silver or a few coins of gold,
protect your investments and ensure you grow old.
I know it's such a curse,
but things always get worse.
If you want to expand,
why not attack them first?
Under cover of darkness we can kill every man.
We'll capture the blacksmith ‘cos he fits in our plan.
I heard he learned skills while he was fighting the wars.
He's developed techniques for making magical swords.
The finest steel weapons any man has possessed.
We'll put him to work and we'll fill our war chest.
I know it's such a shame
to leave them dead or lame.
But if you want a return
you've got to play the game.
We'll build up our army and invade foreign lands.
Our Hi-tech advantage will ensure no one stands.
We'll rule with an iron fist, they'll do what they're told.
We'll plunder their riches, trading baubles for gold.
You really can't ignore
there's lots of wealth in war.
Therefore
let's always be at war, war, war!
Use the power of law.
Pressgang the poor.
The law of power ensures
our profits are secured
as long as we're at war, war, war!
My name is John Fletcher. I'm the 12th earl of Kent.
Some say I'm a gentleman, and some say I'm bent.
I can trace my ancestry to before Roman times.
We've built up our empire on suffering and crime.
We started with arrows, now it's bullets we sell
to governments, terrorists or drug cartels
It doesn't matter at all
who's got the ball.
We don't care who or why.
We'll sell to them all.
With our connections in government we really can't fail.
Our old school ties ensure we’ll prevail.
If you need a war to strengthen your position
we've got what you need. You can armour up your ambition.
Since the beginning of time
we've played this game.
Though they put up a fight
the outcomes always the same.
Send in the dogs of war.
Create a bloody thirst.
We'll stab them in their backs,
if anybody asks
we'll say they started it first!
You really can't ignore
There's lots of wealth in war.
Therefore
let's always be at war, war, war!
War, war, war!
War, war, war!
War!!!!!!!!!!!
Use the power of law.
Pressgang the poor.
The law of power ensures
our profits are secured
As long as we're at war, war, war!
War, war, war!
War, war, war!
War!!!!!!!!!!!
What is it good for?
Making lot’s of money, yeah!
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