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These are the last days of America Well, religion of the dollar has bought the town And the high priest, greed has his plenty Few feed on the fodder that he drops to the ground While half the world is hungry His bishops and he tally up their shares The rich, they love to get richer You can feel that they're strung just as tight as a drum Watching all that may come, touch never leaving trigger They defend what is theirs from so much as a stare And you know that dare, healthy pockets do grow bigger These are the last days of America... These are the last days (fire, fire!) Oh, we sit and watch in horror at the sights and the sounds Of their never-ending need to accumulate Money and power breed to devil sons Brothers called envy and hate They were born on the outskirts Of this glittering city They've only seen it by flickering light Envy wants a piece Letras de cancionesAnd hate no possiblity Both have been blinded by sleight Well, yes, you're right, there's a war And blood on both the hands Of enemies disdain and desire Don't hold your breath, we are the wind of change Now the status quo cannot remain the same I don't need no sticks, I don't need no stones Just a feat, two lungs and a microphone These are the last days of America... These are the last days (fire, fire!)[x3] This is the time for a new America Get hit by my lyrical malaria This is the time for a new America Get to my lyrical hip hysteria These are the last days of America... These are the last days (fire, fire!) You're so cool... America From Letras Mania