Lyrics:

Wipe that smile off your face
This is not happy hour
I'm not in the mood to celebrate, no
You're mixing cocktails while we're mixing concrete
Fortifying bunkers and preparing for the retreat
You'll keep playing word games to disguise the cost
Just keep us entertained, we won't recognize the loss
And now it's bombs away, but we're not OK
It keeps coming over and over again
When 'us vs. them' is hard-wired into the brainstem