Inoculated City

The soldier boy for his soldier's pay, obeys
The sergeant at arms, whatever he says
The sergeant will, for his sergeant's pay, obey
The captain's 'til his dying day

The captain will for his captain's pay, obey
The general order of battle play
The generals bow to the government
Obey the charge, you must not relent

What of the neighbours and the prophets in bars?
What are they saying in our public bazaars?
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 its hum, and those
Terrible words continue to come
Through brass music of government, hear those
Guns tattoo a roll on the drums

No one mentions the neighbouring war
No one knows what their fighting is for
We are tired of the tune
You must not relent

There's this different kind of chemical system
Two thousand flushes, keeps the water crystal clear
Keeps the bowl sparkling clean continuously for about four months
No rings, no streaks, no stains

Just put the container in your tank and forget it
Every time you flush
The chlorine crystals dissolve away rust and minerals
Before dirt rings and stains appear and flushing sure beats brushing

The generals bow to
The government
We're tired of the tune
You must not relent