Empty Head
No Real Americans
Sell your babies off to Hitler
Let 'em wear a bulls-eye for a shirt
Intimidation of the doomed by the doomed
For the damned whose wallet swells
While momma's weepin' on freshly shoveled dirt
Keep 'em thinkin' the enemy's nearby
Let 'em practice killin' all day; pixelations never die
Right and left wings; rob 'em both
Sick old eagle keeps on flyin'
Worm those poison fishhooks with addictive, pretty lies
You're not so clean I smell the blood
On your new suit
The dead and soon to be shadow you
I will be more; I will be more
Tell 'em "Sign up, pussy loves this uniform"
Hang a sign up "Killin's fun"
Right above your barracks door
Put Jesus' name up at your gun shop
He'll never be your lord
Getting' rich by sellin' death
A conscience; what you can't afford
You're not so clean; I see the blood-smeared limousine
Paranoi justified; eats the host that it owns
Paranoi; logic blind; sanctified
Time bomb keep ticking
Holy war; no such thing
Letras de cancionesFortunes from suffering
Your child; burnt offering
There are no real Americans
No real Americans here
(Guitar solo)
No real Americans in the likes of these
I will be more than selfishness
I will be more; I will prevail beyond my fears
It's not about protection
'Bout puttin' food out on your table
You're lovin' cold, hard, killin' steel
It's not about free choice
It's about trappin' people; bloody leghold
Make your money; make your slaves
Moses save me from all imposters
Fuckin' up this promised land
Founding father, righteous genius
Stop this madness fed by greed
So I can love my homeland in good conscience
Happily
From Letras Mania