Last Days Of America

These are the last days of America

Well, religion of the dollar has bought the town

And the high priest, greed has his plenty

Few feed on the fodder that he drops to the ground

While half the world is hungry

His bishops and he tally up their shares

The rich, they love to get richer

You can feel that they're strung just as tight as a drum

Watching all that may come, touch never leaving trigger

They defend what is theirs from so much as a stare

And you know that dare, healthy pockets do grow bigger

These are the last days of America...

These are the last days (fire, fire!)

Oh, we sit and watch in horror at the sights and the sounds

Of their never-ending need to accumulate

Money and power breed to devil sons

Brothers called envy and hate

They were born on the outskirts

Of this glittering city

They've only seen it by flickering light

Envy wants a piece

And hate no possiblity

Both have been blinded by sleight

Well, yes, you're right, there's a war

And blood on both the hands

Of enemies disdain and desire

Don't hold your breath, we are the wind of change

Now the status quo cannot remain the same

I don't need no sticks, I don't need no stones

Just a feat, two lungs and a microphone

These are the last days of America...

These are the last days (fire, fire!)[x3]

This is the time for a new America

Get hit by my lyrical malaria

This is the time for a new America

Get to my lyrical hip hysteria

These are the last days of America...

These are the last days (fire, fire!)

You're so cool...

America