The Universal Trader
 
In pure silk ties and a pinstripe suit
He deals in deadly merchandise
He sells to everyone, without question without pause
He’s made a profit from a thousand wars
 
He sells to Muslims and to Jews, to tyrants and to kings
To Catholics and Protestants the same
And he knows he shouldn’t sell
Yes he knows it very well
Killing you for me my friend and me for you
 
And he’s selling to Syria
And ISIS buys too
He’s selling for the USA
And he’s selling for Great Britain
And he’s selling arms for France
And he always makes a profit win or lose
 
And he’s selling for Democracy
He’s selling death for gain
He says it’s for the good of all
He’s the one whose trade decides
Who will live and who will die
And he never sees his deadly profits fall
 
But without him how would Saddam have
Held power in Iraq
Without him tyrants could not terrorize
He’s the one who launders money
From his profits selling war
And without him all this killing can’t go on
 
He’s the Universal Trader and he
really is to blame
The only one who thinks he knows the score
He doesn’t care who’s right or wrong
Whose children he will maim
And he’s why we’ll never put an end to war.