John Baumer - Fat Cat

All dressed up with nowhere to run
Little Timmy rushing out with a gun
To fight a war he knows he cannot win

All dressed up with nowhere to go
Little girl finding out John Doe
Will not be coming home

We fight their wars
We make their streets
But they don't give a damn
Fighting for men we don't get to meet
They don't understand that
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
Yeah

All dressed up with nothing to see
Kings and queens looking on with glee
At the men dying in the fields

All dressed up with nowhere to run
Little Timmy just died with a gun in his hands
He's lost the war

We fight their wars
We make their streets
But they don't give a damn
Fighting for men we don't get to meet
They don't understand that
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
They are the fat cats
Yeah

Written by:
Nik Baumert

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