No Real Americans

There have been many misinterpretations of this song. Please let us explain…

The driving force behind the creation of this song is pretty straightforward. "If real Americans believe in this, then no real Americans would do that." The song starts with the belief that the founding fathers, Jefferson, Washington, Madison, Monroe, Adams, Henry, etc., are the geniuses behind our nation's greatness and that they set it all in motion with the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. In their eyes, we were to be a principled people, different than much of the world, because we lived by and acted on these principles. It is not naïve. It is simply straightforward and powerful. From there it's a small step to the song's premise. Real Americans would never sell out those principles or their fellow Americans for corporate profit or individual gain. Even Fascist governments summon up their people's patriotism for obviously wrongful actions. Patriotism without principal is hollow. If you kill Americans by selling them products known to be deadly or put weapons in the hands of people who will use them against us or sell Internet space to hate-mongers or brainwash our young people with violent and criminal content in movies and video games all in the name of greed, than as Emptyhead's opinion states in this song, "There's no real Americans in the likes of these."

Emptyhead

Sell your babies off to Hitler

Let 'em wear a bulls-eye for a shirt

Intimidation of the doomed by the doomed

For the damned whose wallet swells

While momma's weepin' on freshly shoveled dirt

Keep 'em thinkin' the enemy's nearby

Let 'em practice killin' all day; pixelations never die

Right and left wings; rob 'em both

Sick old eagle keeps on flyin'

Worm those poison fishhooks with addictive, pretty lies

You're not so clean I smell the blood

On your new suit

The dead and soon to be shadow you

I will be more; I will be more

Tell 'em "Sign up, pussy loves this uniform"

Hang a sign up "Killin's fun"

Right above your barracks door

Put Jesus' name up at your gun shop

He'll never be your lord

Getting' rich by sellin' death

A conscience; what you can't afford

You're not so clean; I see the blood-smeared limousine

Paranoi justified; eats the host that it owns

Paranoi; logic blind; sanctified

Time bomb keep ticking

Holy war; no such thing

Fortunes from suffering

Your child; burnt offering

There are no real Americans

No real Americans here

(Guitar solo)

No real Americans in the likes of these

I will be more than selfishness

I will be more; I will prevail beyond my fears

It's not about protection

'Bout puttin' food out on your table

You're lovin' cold, hard, killin' steel

It's not about free choice

It's about trappin' people; bloody leghold

Make your money; make your slaves

Moses save me from all imposters

Fuckin' up this promised land

Founding father, righteous genius

Stop this madness fed by greed

So I can love my homeland in good conscience

Happily