Maybe they fell behind the couch
Or somebody’s mother threw them out
Perhaps someone lent them to a friend
Who never gave them back again
And no one remembers who or when
Perhaps they were borrowed from the lab
And left in the back seat of a cab
Then there was that butcher’s niece from spain
Who said she saw them on a train
But unfortunately she’s insane
So where did they go?
Where did those weapons of mass destruction go?
Tell me does anybody know why the facts are twisted
Where did they go?
Tell me does anybody know the truth?
Or is the fact that they’re missing enough proof
That they actually existed?
Maybe they’re hidden with success
In somebody’s Grandma’s linen press
Perhaps some repayments weren’t met
And the banks repossessed to cover debt
Is that why they haven’t found them yet?
Maybe they’re underneath a bridge
Or in that back part of the fridge
Perhaps they’re in some guy’s flatmate’s house
And that flatmate moved to somewhere else
And he left them on the pantry shelf
So where did they go?
Where are those weapons of mass destruction please?
Tell me if anybody sees them will they please be wary?
Where did they go?
Can you buy them on bullshit dot com
Cos nothing’s more frightening than a bomb that’s imaginary
Where did they go?
Since when is proof absence of fact?
How fucking insulting is that?
There’re no facts so fake em’
Where did they go?
More importantly, where do they come from?
Cos the country condemning all the bombs
Is also one that makes them…
Yes, the U.S. makes them…
And they pretend to hate them…
Yes, the U.S. makes them…
