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Sims
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(...thousand miles from home, an American army is fighting for you... He'll do everything he can to bring peace to our land through the guiding of God's hand... take action... this message is brought to you as a public service by your department of wealth and helfare... and crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea)
[Chorus] Left right, march to your grave site They got 'em ready on the front line 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 blockin' out the sunshine Speak up boy they can't hear your voice And I never had a choice when they hold mine
[Crescent Moon] Yo, you put up your pride They burn, gonna burn it down You speakin' your mind They turn, gonna turn it down They feed you their lies You word, spread and learn it now Live by it (Learn to smile) Big riots (Burn awhile) Thank you for savin' us savages Godless primates that never had a prayer Bottom of the food chain Around where the maggots is Trippin' antagonists Layer by layer (By layer) Now do we divide or do we divide? You don't believe in evolution Or improvin' with time Now you standin' there Talkin' 'bout what's truly divine I know right from wrong Wherein 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 lords gold plated on a chain Mine's hangin' from a tree By his neck in the rain Shit, I got blood To watch the trail of tears Watch a trail of tears Survived and kept comin' How'm I supposed to feel About honorin' my country When I'm lookin' at they killer Every time I see a 20 What the fuck is he talkin' 'bout? You're so patriotic I ain't fightin' in a war I don't believe dyin' for Hide behind that sticker on your bumper You ain't sendin' home folded up flags back home to their mothers You ain't overseas fightin' Dyin' with the others You would rather send your neighbors Teachers, cousins, nephews, little brother Hidin' in your mansion in the suburbs Like your God wouldn't judge you Sleepin' under silk covers 'Bout to reach Vietnam numbers While your president leads you In prayer for his brothers We 'bout to reach Vietnam numbers Why don't you go ahead Say me a prayer while you're under
[Chorus] Left right, march to your grave site They got 'em ready on the front line 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 blockin' out the sunshine Speak up boy they can't hear your voice And I never had a choice when they hold mine
[Sims] I believe in the spirit And the feathered serpent But never in the curtain Words sown by a sermon In the service of your churches T-t-t-tighten up the wire Turnin' t-t-turnin' citizens to servants It's the c-c-c-constant chaotic F-f-f-fear of Bin Laden Either him or it's Saddam God we hit bottom Wait, here comes a cowboy And he's a hero he promise Wavin' crosses, and pistols And fistfuls of profits But, there's blood in your hands There's blood in your pockets Blood fills your goblets Patriotic gun With the scum in the office With no conscience I hope you choke On your own broken soul Oh-overdose your God's a remote I know you're usin' up the social control Abusin' human rights Cuz your views confused at birth right And you want me to march Left right, left death toll You'll eat what you said so souls No, won't march for your C.E.O.s I roll with the murder of crows Flyin' over the booms 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 I see why you got power from day one From the slaves that you captured Sell em' in to hell and tell 'em To wait for the rapture To the day we 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 solders overseas Christian's on a mission With missiles positioned and ready to launch 'Til somebody's ghost is ready to haunt God love's America the most Cuz it gives him what he wants
[Chorus] Left right, march to your grave site They got 'em ready on the front line 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 blockin' out the sunshine Speak up boy they can't hear your voice And I never had a choice when they hold mine
[4x] Speak up boy they can't hear your voice
And I never had a choice when they hold mine
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