I'll tell you what we're gonna do We're gonna paint the deserts red white and fucking blue See through the cable news veneer While a country insane with
I know that you've been lonely I've been losing my mind Hurtling down the highway In this Ford Econoline But everything's alright now babe More than
logic We want love and logic We need love and logic Sunrise I see in your eyes Destroy their future before it kills us Destroy their future now
Let us mourn the passing of the weekend My liquor's all dry and gone All the problems haven't been resolved And my headache's grown It's not hell on
When I lost my dad I was ten years old Had a heart filled with venom and a poisonous tongue I hated everything about the whole damn world Mom was tough
The summer sun gleans sickly off my jaundiced skin Reflecting last night's sins All last night's sins I lie awake with your hot breath on my neck Our
Without statisticians Mounting death tolls God bless your superstition It there's no atheists In the trenches I think that maybe they came to their senses
It's eight in the morning and you've been crying all night Why do you wake me now? All these hours I've been sleeping peacefully Your imagination has
their court jesters No gods, no masters No kings nor their court jesters Bury the last Sons of avarice No gods, no masters No kings nor their court
Speak, oh heart! I'll follow your call anywhere Give these lungs some fresh air to breathe And the songs of our fathers to sing It's early morning and
They're all lies Everything that helps you sleep at night You sharpen the hatchet Still you just won't make your peace with the past And you were once
re like me We both act miserably I like you 'cause you're like me We both act miserably It must make us happy Fuck all these people I can't stand the looks on their
themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour? * The wealthy obscene with their obscene wealth Applaud the carnage from their grandstand
ordinary people like themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour? * The wealthy obscene with their obscene wealth Applaud the carnage from their
of me I guess it wasn't meant to be Under an assumed Identity I resumed PsyOps on the enemy USA made, field grade steel face Movin' at a Canibus pace
their filthy labour? * The wealthy obscene with their obscene wealth Applaud the carnage from their grandstand. It's as if they were at Ascot laying their
