the political powers, cuttin down the hours of existance
still droppin bombs wit persistancefrom a distance
wit hussien in a cell southpark mockin him, he livin in hell
an guantanamo bay, sent there for the patriotic words that we say
arabs told to eat shit, we comin back for thirds everyday
and we decay, still spittin in our face just in different way
rocks for the helpless one, guns in opposition gettin placed in position
air power from the rifle just compared it to a breath
kids lively in the street scared to death
a father in the street clutch the chest of his son
beggin to dy, cuz no longer can he smile when he looks into his eyes
over next door the buildings straped wit c-4
a man runnin for his life with his wife
the front doors locked so they runnin out the rear fast
soilder start tossin in tear gass
life becomes a flash back year growin up
the poison got them on thier knees and now they throwin up
refugees on the outskirts of the middle east
now alone ta think becoming sidle beasts
memories of the bullets released
never ending violence
cause eventually even the survivors are silenced
an now a fasous bastard, keeps on takin lifes
wit the craft that hes mastered
stones have been casted
frozen hearts alone cuz thier homes have been blasted
pain for the dumbshit, we taken abuse
cuz we sit here and watch a very confused texan in a suit
