Theres a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner
  with long division and writing crop
  anybody can feel like a winner
  when it's served up piping hot
  
  but the people aren't looking for a handout
  they're America's working corps
  can this be what they voted for?
  
  let them eat war [x2]
  that's how to ration the poor
  let them eat war [x2]
  
  there's an urgent need to feed
  declining crime
  
  from the force to the union shops
  the war economy is making new jobs
  but the people who benefit most
  are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts
  
  you never stole from the rich to give to the poor
  all they ever gave to them was a war
  and a foreign enemy to deplore
  
  let them eat war [x2]
  that's how to ration the poor
  let them eat war [x2]
  
  there's an urgent need to feed
  declining crime
  
  we've got to kill 'em in the end
  before they reach for their checks
  squeeze some blue collars
  let them bleed from their necks
  seize a few dollars from the people who sweat
  cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it
  at a job site the boss is god like
  conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight
  seasoned vets with their feet in nets
  a stones throw away from a rock fight
  but not tonight, feed ‘em death
  
  here comes another ration (feed them death)
  cause they're the finest in the nation (feed them death)
  but there's nothing left to feed them
  when it's freedom or it's death
  
  let them eat war [x2]
  that's how to ration the poor
  let them eat war [x2]
  
  there's an urgent need to feed