America & the Government or Social Class system
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The body politic is blathering heads
arrogant bastards high on meds
conciliation is the watchword spread
while evangelicals screw in bed
There is no middle, there is no riddle
to see truth's light
Backstage, hidden behind a red velvet curtain, lies our nation’s corruption and hypocrisy.
In the performance we give out to the rest of the world we are portrayed as the country with the ideal democracy.
The lightning strikes on society,
Society split into two.
Zues’s bolt creates a divide that has never been so vast.
A divide bigger than Mount Olympus,
The lightning strikes on society,
Society split into two.
Zues’s bolt creates a divide that has never been so vast.
A divide bigger than Mount Olympus,
I’m angry. And I have a right to be. Because ain’t nobody fighting hard enough for our EQUALITY.
My parents tell me that as a little girlI picked up paper money and yelled “Mom look at this pretty cardboard!”
People praise the participation,
But fear the loss of limbs when against discrimination.
Starving children, yet you glorify world domination.
And the money is your set clarification
Of power and dignity,
Controversial talks aren’t always what they seem
Getting to talk about Donald Trump?
Oh, what a joy!
What a dream.
But somehow I’ve began to wonder,
I’ve seen the tables turn,
Everyday I wish.
Everyday I wish that I believe.
Everyday I wish that I believe America is great.
Everyday I wish that I believe America is great enough to want.
We gotta make this world a better place,
been looking for a better space.
They looking for a place in space.
We looking high even though they hit us low. Change trying to come but it's slow.
In this world it's filthy.
Working hard every day
in hopes of bringing home some pay.
All the bills keep piling up
Will there ever be enough?
Groceries, gas, rent and health care
I need to find more, but where oh where?
What have we become?
What in the world has our country done?
Leaving us to sit and starve,
Our lives they wish to carve.
How do people stand this,
The government left with nothing to miss.
A country of immigrants’ children
Living on a graveyard of natives
All men are created equal
Forget that if you’re not a man
I used to believe I was a strong, free spirit,
but now I realize how small of a token I am in this nation.
I will work until I die,
making money for a government that doesn't care,
I heard a song on the radio
About fucked up kids
I heard a speech about kids that were spoiled
And kids that didn't understand the real world
I heard stories about kids making mistakes
Life is a river running endlessly into the Depression Ocean.i do my best to get out, but the current always pulls me back in.
