COD - Hype in Sizes
from Where's the Peace 2004



Track 03 - Hype in Sizes

Sailed from Europe, pursued lands unconquered.
Race on to claim what the Italian founded.
Anchored off the coast, perfect location.
To load their guns in preparation.


A freedom blood was spilled for, violence breeds violence.
A country trapped inside a code of silence.
Believe their justice is a global saviour.
A bastard right to dictate the world's behaviour.


The Western Front, that's where the natives were,
Indeed getting restless.
That worked out well, because the settlers,
Were feeling quite murderous.
The battle was fought, their main weapon was,
The spread of white infection.
The remaining few, were promptly herded,
Onto reservations.


Local population decimated.
Labour needed to build a nation.
Men of lesser breed would do nicely.
To Africa, that would prove costly.


A freedom blood was spilled for, violence breeds violence.
A country trapped inside a code of silence.
A landscape littered with the icons of greed.
A arms race, space race, rat race, has left the world in need.


The battles they've lost, played out in Hollywood,
War wins hearts and awards.
Woke up one morn, to find that suddenly,
Both twin towers were gone.
Propaganda, an art that Sam refined,
Spread through television.
The peace that they keep, is nothing more than,
Subtle intervention.


We hold these truths to be self evident.
No one will survive second guessing the president.
I believe the world's sickness to be curable.
But the American way of life is not negotiable.


Said the American way of life is not negotiable.
The American way of life is not negotiable.


The battles they've lost, played out in Hollywood,
War wins hearts and awards.
Woke up one morn, to find that suddenly,
Both twin towers were gone.
Propaganda, an art that Sam refined,
Spread through television.
The peace that they keep, is nothing more than,
Subtle intervention.


Jail cells filled with unclear defintions.
Misdemenour slapped on for possession.
Try to ban our humanly temptations.
Forcing underground my generation.


A freedom blood was spilled for, violence breeds violence.
A country where you can buy your hype in sizes.
No small, only tall, deluxe or grande
Maybe one day they'll bless a God of small things...