Little Caesar
This war's a big one, the best one you've had
You've never wanted something so bad
Like that set of toy soldiers you begged for from daddy
Like guns, he considered it, figured you'd get rid of it one day
You got lucky when you were like five
And in your head, your little soldiers did fight for their lives
How you'd rip off their arms and you'd set them alight
In your head, they were in on it
Little fucking idiots
Your little gladiators, you little Caesar
Your men wouldn't stop fighting
So you didn't either
Now this war's a small one
You wail as a preacher
To a vacuum of innocence
Sucking on your brilliance
Your little toy soldiers got big, you got old
Like little toy soldiers, they did as they were told
Was some fictional foreign invasion they took to your hold
And before you considered 'em, they were already killing 'em
Sensationalise them, embrace the mind of a child
And that'll break 'em, get 'em excited
As a kid, it cost maybe a fiver to make you a tyrant
Well, now it costs a little bit
Two-hundred thousand civilians
It's hardly a war, it's an act of God
It's cleaners with guns, it's a man with a job
One of yours dies and we'll cry for their family
Bomb a country and we'll read it in a text book
In a hundred years, some unimaginable past
A song and a dance and we never go back
But some kid's playing games at the feet of his dad
Thinking: My war's a big one, the best one I've had
Pequeño César
Esta guerra es grande, la mejor que has tenido
Nunca has deseado algo tanto
Como ese set de soldaditos que le pediste a papá
Como armas, él lo consideró, pensó que un día te desharías de ellas
Tuviste suerte cuando tenías cinco
Y en tu cabeza, tus soldaditos luchaban por sus vidas
Cómo les arrancabas los brazos y los prendías fuego
En tu mente, ellos estaban en eso
Pequeños idiotas
Tus pequeños gladiadores, tu pequeño César
Tus hombres no dejaban de pelear
Así que tú tampoco
Ahora esta guerra es pequeña
Gimes como un predicador
En un vacío de inocencia
Chupando tu brillantez
Tus soldaditos de juguete crecieron, tú te hiciste viejo
Como soldaditos de juguete, hicieron lo que se les dijo
Era una invasión extranjera ficticia que tomaron en tu fortaleza
Y antes de que los consideraras, ya estaban matándolos
Sensacionalízalos, abraza la mente de un niño
Y eso los romperá, los emocionará
De niño, tal vez costaba cinco para hacerte un tirano
Bueno, ahora cuesta un poco más
Doscientos mil civiles
No es realmente una guerra, es un acto de Dios
Son limpiadores con armas, es un hombre con un trabajo
Uno de los tuyos muere y lloraremos por su familia
Bombardea un país y lo leeremos en un libro de texto
En cien años, algún pasado inimaginable
Una canción y un baile y nunca volvemos
Pero algún niño juega a los pies de su papá
Pensando: Mi guerra es grande, la mejor que he tenido