Woorden:
American Steel Destroy Their Future

I'll tell you what we're gonna do We're gonna paint the deserts red white and fucking blue See through the cable news veneer While a country insane with

logic We want love and logic We need love and logic Sunrise I see in your eyes Destroy their future before it kills us Destroy their future now

When I lost my dad I was ten years old Had a heart filled with venom and a poisonous tongue I hated everything about the whole damn world Mom was tough

Without statisticians Mounting death tolls God bless your superstition It there's no atheists In the trenches I think that maybe they came to their senses

their court jesters No gods, no masters No kings nor their court jesters Bury the last Sons of avarice No gods, no masters No kings nor their court

They're all lies Everything that helps you sleep at night You sharpen the hatchet Still you just won't make your peace with the past And you were once

themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour? * The wealthy obscene with their obscene wealth Applaud the carnage from their grandstand

of me I guess it wasn't meant to be Under an assumed Identity I resumed PsyOps on the enemy USA made, field grade steel face Movin' at a Canibus pace

their filthy labour? * The wealthy obscene with their obscene wealth Applaud the carnage from their grandstand. It's as if they were at Ascot laying their