[Intro]
Something sweet in the air tonight
But it ain’t peace and it ain’t right
Brass low, drums tight
Tell me what they hide in the candlelight

[Verse]
War pigs wear perfume, smile at the feast
Talk about order while they sharpen the beast
Silk tie clean and the table set wide
Maps under glass where the poor sons die
They got a soft little word for a hard attack
Got a gold little pen for a blood-red pact
Got a handshake photo and a champagne room
While the smoke rolls out like a funeral bloom

[Pre-Chorus]
Who dressed the war
They did
Who sold the flame
They did
Who paid the grave
We did
Who knows their name
We do

[Chorus]
War pigs wear perfume, but the smoke still stings
You can’t make death smell like better things
War pigs wear perfume, let the brass band roar
No more sweet names for a rich man’s war
War pigs wear perfume, but the crowd sees through
Every polished lie that they sell as true
War pigs wear perfume, hear the kick drum fall
We name every shadow on the palace wall

[Verse]
They call it security, call it defense
Call the dead collateral and call that sense
Call the budget sacred, call the schools too high
Call a mother’s tears just the cost of the sky
I seen factories close while the missiles rise
Seen truth get buried under televised ties
But the people got noses, the people smell lies
No fragrance can cover what a war room buys

[Pre-Chorus]
Who dressed the war
They did
Who sold the flame
They did
Who paid the grave
We did
Who knows their name
We do

[Chorus]
War pigs wear perfume, but the smoke still stings
You can’t make death smell like better things
War pigs wear perfume, let the brass band roar
No more sweet names for a rich man’s war
War pigs wear perfume, but the crowd sees through
Every polished lie that they sell as true
War pigs wear perfume, hear the kick drum fall
We name every shadow on the palace wall

[Interlude]
Low horn crying
High hat ticking
Bassline creeping
Crowd keeps listening
Low horn crying
High hat ticking
Truth walks in
No permission

[Breakdown]
Name the buyer
Name the shell
Name the profit
Name the smell
Name the border
Name the room
War pigs wear perfume

[Build-up]
Let the choir pull the mask from the lie
Let the drums ask who and the horns ask why
Let the whole field turn like a courtroom floor
We won’t dance blind to a rich man’s war

[Chorus]
War pigs wear perfume, but the smoke still stings
You can’t make death smell like better things
War pigs wear perfume, let the brass band roar
No more sweet names for a rich man’s war
War pigs wear perfume, but the crowd sees through
Every polished lie that they sell as true
War pigs wear perfume, hear the kick drum fall
We name every shadow on the palace wall

[Outro]
Something sweet in the air tonight
But the crowd knows wrong from right
Brass fades low, drums leave room
War pigs wear perfume