A smoldering land of the free
Few spoiled apples so we throw away the tree
But pestilence compels me
To speak no ill of this democracy
You think you drive the herd
Given one single chance you'd fall back on your words
Mob mentality against a federal mob
Some thugs with guns could better do your job
That piece of plastic won't protect you from dick
You're just an asset running low on the same shtick
To mother nature you're her eternal natural fiend
In the end we will all die, together, screaming
You think you drive the herd
As far as cattle go, we will not be deterred
Gentrify before you crucify
You fucking hypocrites deserve a flame-loaded drive-by
This rotten world has failed us all
It'll fail you too if you stop playing ball
Yeah, you're detained, let me see your ID
Insert some trite comparison to Nazi Germany
Nothing will change if you change nothing about yourself
In case of legal action I do support "the opposition"
There you have it in verbal contract
These fucking songs never go anywhere
Pig with a badge
A smoldering land of the free
Few spoiled apples so we throw away the tree
But pestilence compels me
To speak no ill of this democracy
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