To the classroom floor, a lifeless body falls Where do you see the liberty and justice for all? Another boy who felt left outside just too long He took a gun in his hand, and made his final stand
What youths of the nation are dying for, is this the freedom worth fighting for?
The land of the free, hear the screams of broken dreams The land of the free, tell me why, why can't they see what's going on? In this bloody stream, they're living their American dream
Lord lay to rest these troubled souls that died too young Now they're embraced by the grave, in this home of the brave They've got blood on their hands, that can't be washed away One nation under God, they have their eyes wide shut
They're selling their guns, corporates standing tall And in every dollar, the bastards are hanging on Open your eyes, the bodycount goes on and on Wake up to the gunshots, and sirens' call
The land of the free, hear the screams of broken dreams The land of the free, tell me why, why can't they see what's going on? In this bloody stream, they're living their American dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
