One nation under the gun Where forward thinking is shunned A morbid tradition Of archaic value systems Where violence justified Is just another pride Under the surface lies A holy plastic empire With guarded golden fences Where misfortune Shelters decisions A pain wrought from blood flowing green The myth of protection Is a sick fascination A culture of violence is what you are feeding Fear is an heirloom And hate is contagious A nation of sadists is what you are breeding It's everywhere It's everywhere that you see But who decides If you watch or turn the other cheek And only in your mind Is it your given right to be armed to the teeth It's a common disease The only immunity is to disarm This holy plastic empire disease Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
