Uncle Sam Goddamn

[Intro] Ah, the name of this song is Uncle Sam Goddamn It's a show tune, but the show ain't been written for it yet We're gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band can maybe work this shit out for me And straighten me out right quick I like it so far man Yeah Come on, lets go Welcome to the United Snakes Land of the thief home of the slave Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and proud Lets do this shit for real, come on now [Verse 1] Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars Stolen for the cross in the name of God Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud Writ into the pages of the law good lord The Cold Continent latch key child Ran away one day and started acting foul King of where the wild things are daddy's proud Because the Roman Empire done passed it down Imported and tortured a work force And never healed the wounds or shook the curse off Now the grown up Goliath nation Holding open auditions for the part of David, can you feel it? Nothing can save you; you question the reign You get rushed in and chained up Fist raised but I must be insane Because I can't figure a single goddamn way to change it [Hook x2] Welcome to the United Snakes Land of the thief, home of the slave The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God [Verse 2] All must bow to the fat and lazy The fuck you, obey me, and why do they hate me? (Who me?) Only two generations away From the world's most despicable slavery trade Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being That it can't be changed to this day Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think; We no longer need chains to be slaves Lord it's a shameful display The overseers even got raped along the way Because the children can't escape from the pain And they're born with poisonous hatred in their veins Try and separate a man from his soul You only strengthen him, and lose your own But shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne Remind him that this is my home, now I'm gone [Hook x2] [Bridge] Hold up, give me one right here Hold on You don't give money to the bums On a corner with a sign bleeding from their gums Talking about you don't support a crackhead? What you think happens to the money from your taxes? [Verse 3] Shit the Government's an addict With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit And even if you ain't on the front line When massah yell crunch time, you right back at it Plain look at how you hustling backwards At the end of the year, add up what they subtracted Three outta twelve months your salary pays for that madness Man, that's savage What's left? get a big ass plasma To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera Only approved questions get answered Now stand your ass up for that national anthem [Hook] {x2} [Instrumental break] [Vocals: Mankwe Ndosi] (You're so low) Custom made (You're so low) * To consume the noose (You're so low) * Keep saying we're free (You're so low) * But we're all just loose (You're so low) *