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3000 miles from home, an American army is fighting for you—

*Radio tuning*

—do everything we can to bring piece to our land through the guiding of God's hand—

*Radio tuning*

—this message is brought to you as a public service by your Department of Wealth and Hellfare—

*Radio tuning*

—And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea

Left, right, march to your gravesite

They’ve got them ready on the frontline

Every man, woman, and child for miles single file

Take a number and they’ll call you when it comes time

The air feels thick, not as thick as

The black smoke blocking out the sunshine

Speak up boy they can’t hear your voice

And I never had a choice when

They hung mine

(Crescent Moon)

You put up your pride, they burn, gonna burn it down

You’re speaking your mind, they turn, gonna turn it down

They feed you their lies, you worms better learn it now //

Live by it, learn to smile, big riots burn awhile

Thank you for saving us savages

Godless primates that never had a prayer

Bottom of the food chain around where the maggots is

Stripping antagonist layer by layer by layer

Now do we divide or do we divide?

You don’t believe in evolution or improving with time

Now you’re standing there talking about who’s truly divine

I know right from wrong-doing where as you need a sign from the sky

Back, back to where you all came

Give me every brother back lynched in your god’s name //

Your lord’s gold plated on a chain

Mine’s hanging from a tree by his neck in the rain

I got blood that walked a trail of tears

Walked a trail of tears, survived and kept coming

How am I supposed to feel about honoring my country

When I’m looking at their killer every time I see a twenty?

The fuck is you talking about, you’re so patriotic?

I ain’t fighting in a war I don’t believe dying for

Hide behind that sticker on your bumper

You ain’t sending folded-up flags back home to their mothers

You ain’t overseas fighting, dying with the others

You would rather send your neighbor’s niece’s cousin’s nephew’s little brother

Hiding in your mansion in the suburbs

Like your god wouldn’t judge you sleeping under silk covers

We’re about to reach Vietnam numbers

While your president leads you in prayer for his blunders

We’re about to reach Vietnam numbers

Why don’t you go ahead and say me a prayer while you’re under

(Sims)

I believe in the spirit and the feathered serpent

But never in the curtain words sewn by your sermon

Or the service of your churches

Tighten up the wire turning citizens to servants

It’s the constant chaotic fear of bin Laden

Either him or it’s Saddam, good god we hit bottom

But here comes your cowboy and he’s a hero, he promise

Waving crosses and pistols and fistfuls of profits

But there’s blood on your hands

And blood in your pockets

Blood fills your goblets

Patriotic thugs licking scuds from their office with no conscious

I hope you choke on your own broken soul

Overdose, your god’s a remote

I know you’re using her for social control

Abusing human rights because your views confused a birthright

And you want me to march left, right, left

Death toll, you’ll reap what your “said so” sews

No, won’t march for your CEO’s

I roll with a murder of crows flying over the bones

Over the wreckage and so we go

Why would I waste a mile in your crooked footsteps

We don’t see eye to eye, you see me as that prodigal son

But I see I got nowhere to move and nowhere to run

But that’s the way you got power from day one

From the slaves that you captured

Sell them into hell and tell them to wait for the rapture

To the

Daily slaves you manufacture

Master, pastor, same hegemony

Subtle demise makes a legitimate plea

Jesus please save me from the Jesus freaks

There’s vultures in the skies and there’s soldiers overseas

Christians on a mission with missiles positioned and ready to launch

Tell somebody’s ghost it better get ready to haunt

God loves America the most because it gives him what he wants