Dust the crust from your eyes
There's a man on the hill
Pointing guns at women and children
And look up to the sky there's a drone plane flying
Studying your every move
So you put on your black sweatshirt
With a tattered hood
And regret not escaping when you could
Dust the crust from your eyes
Wave to that guard on the hill
Pointing guns at women and children
This is a regular response
To a f*cked-up situation
I'm fearing World War Three
Nobody's safe not you, not me
For all that we've got kept
Is there any fight in us left?
This is a regular response
Shit's f*cked, and you know it
Now look 'em in the eye
There can be no trust
He's a walking, talking marionette
Stares into the camera; Bush-era propaganda
There's two wars: one for right and left
Dust the crust from your eyes
There's a man on the hill
Writing bills to kill women and children
Then look up to the sky
There's a god on a cloud
Who they claim they're fighting for
This is a regular response
To a f*cked-up situation
I'm fearing World War Three
Nobody's safe not you, not me
For all that we've got kept
Is there any fight in us left?
This is a regular response
Shit's f*cked, and you know it
The missiles are up
And the stock market's down
And you're still
Paintin the town,
F*ckin around
Beatin' me down
The missles are up
And our hopes are down
And you're still
F*ckin around
Beatin me down
Paintin the town,
The missiles are up
And our hopes are down
And you're still f*ckin around!!
This is a regular response
To a f*cked-up situation
I'm fearing World War Three
Nobody's safe not you, not me
For all that we've got kept
Is there any fight in us left?
This is a regular response
Shit's f*cked, and you know it
If ignorance is bliss, then common sense is death
If ignorance is bliss, then common sense is death