Could someone else bless the U.S. of A?
Because the God I was taught is a scapegoat for hate.
The heroes I've known were just box office gold.
Been fighting the same wars since I was thirteen years old.
Watched the bottom fall out when the top crushed the middle.
We bailed out the banks, but the workers still struggle
Tired and angry can't agree on what for except
Buildings don't last with foundations this flawed.
Could someone come save this stolen land that I love?
From men who just see dollar signs under dust?
Whose pockets run deep but whose children can't breathe.
Trading all of their tomorrows for his eternity.
Will the fires rage on once the rains they stop coming?
Will the locust precede or follow the famine?
Will these children of god just keep putting on a show?
Will they watch the world burn before their companies fold?
We'll all be ancient history
When the rockies crumble to the seas.
Walking down that razor's edge.
The only right is towards the rest.
Don't tell me you're free.
Don't tell me you're free.
When they got their boot on your neighbor's neck
And you're kissing their feet.
You're not free.
Can something come save this land of the free?
A timeless idea to unite you and me?
Find the power in love, and strength in our numbers.
Not prey upon the weak, or demonize the other.