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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