great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you've
finally divorced the numbers from the names we can return to your good old
days bound and gagged by sex and race chained by family crazed by god while
we raise the flag shout down the past the stars and stripes stream by at
half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do mine I never knew the
high price of hypocrisy so pledge allegiance to the death penalty believe in
your drug war bow down to the tv set you need to cultivate that apathy that
swells inside your threat raise the flag shout down the past your stars and
stripes stream by at half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do
mine half mast dehumanized half mast divided half mast overloaded half mast
who the fuck cares so long as you can sleep well under the iron fist