So this is how
You wanted things to be
Make tons of bra** to kick the a**
Of an enemy you can’t see
Turn a blinded eye
To domestic quandary
Fill deficits with counterfeits
But say “Land of the Free”
So turn your guns to your own side
Barrels make them petrified
Justice’s suicide
(Amplified)
With your hands against the wall
Keep it up, don’t let it fall
It’s your bow; your curtain call
How the f** can you stand there
Promising your life, your love, your liberty
To a man who built his foundation
On hate, harm, and heresy?
They’ll arrive with lives
Paid upon delivery
Nothing left but give them d**h
Instead of liberty
Then accuse the news
For the pictures that they show
But their story hides the gory details
No one wants to know
So turn your guns to your own side
Barrels make them petrified
Justice’s suicide
(Amplified)
With your hands against the wall
Keep it up, don’t let it fall
It’s your bow; your curtain call
Fortify your walls to fight an
Enemy you can’t see
Sounds like a great idea devised by the man
Whose demise will be the uprising of the century;
Man against man
The young against the old
Left and right wings broken and tossed out the window
That we look out as the revolution spins out of control