Dillinger Four
Dillinger Four - The Great American Going Out Of Business Sale songtekst
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We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't konw If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties A history that's really not your own Is freedom just a privelege of hatred guaranteed is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't wan to see? Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white and black eyes forever Somewhere South of respect tonight This tension's wrapped up nice and tight The static's felt but never makes a sound A man finds nothing left to eat Another sells his body for a place to sleep As Klansmen flood a conference hall downtown This t.v. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes This job is your achievement, this Bible is your pride Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white and black eyes forever I think of a story my father told me about a fella he know in The Army The Pentagon traded him checks for both his legs "Fuck the States" was the last that Father heard he had said Still it's said that this war was won Well I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks I have a mouth that speaks and God damn it will Because I've had enough of all this shir about "making do" "Playing ball" " the way things are" and "dealing with it" Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is I'm not into making excuses And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless.