Corporate mercenaries, clandestine working class, patriotic dogma, trodden peasant caste
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
From our early years, they warped our growing minds
Devoid of opportunities, they robbed us f*cking blind
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
But don't adhere to their f*cking lies!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Now we must defy!
We don't exist to kill and die in some horrendous way to ensure successful stocks, just to return a hero in a flag-draped box
A Yankee-doodle soldier, another corporate martyr shot; a f*cking life cut short in a flag-draped box!
Poverty is the draft!
We're not f*cking free, we were given lives sans opportunity;
Just to pledge allegiance and question not our roles; pillage for our captors who defile our tattered souls!
No securing freedoms or rights of any kind!
Just a hired gun for sadistic, wealthy swine!
Not securing freedoms or rights of any kind!
Just a hired gun for sadistic, wealthy swine!
Corporate mercenaries, clandestine working class, patriotic dogma, trodden peasant class
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
From our early years, they warped our growing minds
Devoid of opportunities, they robbed us f*cking blind
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
But don't adhere to their f*cking lies!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Now we must defy!
We don't exist to kill and die!
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Corporate mercenaries, clandestine working class, patriotic dogma, trodden peasant caste
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
From our early years, they warped our growing minds
Devoid of opportunities, they robbed us f*cking blind
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
But don't adhere to their f*cking lies!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Now we must defy!
We don't exist to kill and die in some horrendous way to ensure successful stocks, just to return a hero in a flag-draped box
A Yankee-doodle soldier, another corporate martyr shot; a f*cking life cut short in a flag-draped box!
Poverty is the draft!
We're not f*cking free, we were given lives sans opportunity;
Just to pledge allegiance and question not our roles; pillage for our captors who defile our tattered souls!
No securing freedoms or rights of any kind!
Just a hired gun for sadistic, wealthy swine!
Not securing freedoms or rights of any kind!
Just a hired gun for sadistic, wealthy swine!
Corporate mercenaries, clandestine working class, patriotic dogma, trodden peasant class
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
From our early years, they warped our growing minds
Devoid of opportunities, they robbed us f*cking blind
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
But don't adhere to their f*cking lies!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Now we must defy!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
From our early years, they warped our growing minds
Devoid of opportunities, they robbed us f*cking blind
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
But don't adhere to their f*cking lies!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Now we must defy!
We don't exist to kill and die in some horrendous way to ensure successful stocks, just to return a hero in a flag-draped box
A Yankee-doodle soldier, another corporate martyr shot; a f*cking life cut short in a flag-draped box!
Poverty is the draft!
We're not f*cking free, we were given lives sans opportunity;
Just to pledge allegiance and question not our roles; pillage for our captors who defile our tattered souls!
No securing freedoms or rights of any kind!
Just a hired gun for sadistic, wealthy swine!
Not securing freedoms or rights of any kind!
Just a hired gun for sadistic, wealthy swine!
Corporate mercenaries, clandestine working class, patriotic dogma, trodden peasant class
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
From our early years, they warped our growing minds
Devoid of opportunities, they robbed us f*cking blind
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
But don't adhere to their f*cking lies!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Now we must defy!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Writer: Al Rosales
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