When the flames engulfed the home of the brave
The stampede toward the border was in vain
Faces palmed, faces paled
As the wall they said would make them great could not be scaled
When the free-market fundamentalist
Steps on a roadside bomb outside Kandahar, bleeding to death
I swear to Ayn Rand
I'll ask if he needs an invisible hand
You say not all cops, you say not all men
Yeah, you insist it's only ninety-nine percent
There's nothing new for you to learn
Okay, sit back, relax and watch it all burn
The colossal waste of energy
Talent upon the talented, freedom upon the free
This whole damn beautiful life
Wasted on you and me
(God, are you there?
It's me, in the denim jacket
Are you receiving my prayers
Through the noise and cosmic static?
God, are you there?
Can you confirm I'm on the right goddamn planet?)
The day the rapture came, a forgettable event
The clouds, they opened up and not a single person went
To the chromatic whistle of a carousel Calliope
Stomp the citizens of our clown idiot dingbat society
Victory Lap Video (MV)
Performed By: Propagandhi
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Christopher John Hannah, Jordan Samolesky, Todd Daren Kowalski
Propagandhi - Victory Lap Lyrics
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When the flames engulfed the home of the brave
The stampede toward the border was in vain
Faces palmed, faces paled
As the wall they said would make them great could not be scaled
When the free-market fundamentalist
Steps on a roadside bomb outside Kandahar, bleeding to death
I swear to Ayn Rand
I'll ask if he needs an invisible hand
You say not all cops, you say not all men
Yeah, you insist it's only ninety-nine percent
There's nothing new for you to learn
Okay, sit back, relax and watch it all burn
The colossal waste of energy
Talent upon the talented, freedom upon the free
This whole damn beautiful life
Wasted on you and me
(God, are you there?
It's me, in the denim jacket
Are you receiving my prayers
Through the noise and cosmic static?
God, are you there?
Can you confirm I'm on the right goddamn planet?)
The day the rapture came, a forgettable event
The clouds, they opened up and not a single person went
To the chromatic whistle of a carousel Calliope
Stomp the citizens of our clown idiot dingbat society
The stampede toward the border was in vain
Faces palmed, faces paled
As the wall they said would make them great could not be scaled
When the free-market fundamentalist
Steps on a roadside bomb outside Kandahar, bleeding to death
I swear to Ayn Rand
I'll ask if he needs an invisible hand
You say not all cops, you say not all men
Yeah, you insist it's only ninety-nine percent
There's nothing new for you to learn
Okay, sit back, relax and watch it all burn
The colossal waste of energy
Talent upon the talented, freedom upon the free
This whole damn beautiful life
Wasted on you and me
(God, are you there?
It's me, in the denim jacket
Are you receiving my prayers
Through the noise and cosmic static?
God, are you there?
Can you confirm I'm on the right goddamn planet?)
The day the rapture came, a forgettable event
The clouds, they opened up and not a single person went
To the chromatic whistle of a carousel Calliope
Stomp the citizens of our clown idiot dingbat society
Writer: Christopher John Hannah, Jordan Samolesky, Todd Daren Kowalski
Copyright: Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING