Well, the country I was born in, I can scarcely recognize
The media are puppets, most complicit with the lies
You can live the straight and narrow, but it matters not
You're still treated like a criminal, then lined up and shot
If you believe in Jesus, you'd best keep it to yourself
The Government's their religion; yours is put upon a shelf
Contracts may or not be honored. Left up strictly to their whim
Crises are created, and the whirling dervish spins
They'll be comin' for your money, They'll be comin' for your guns
They'll be comin' for your freedom, cause they want you on the run
They'll be comin' for your husband, They'll be comin' for your wife
They have one hand on your children, and they demand your life
Well, they treat the Constitution as though it were a rag
Dancing madly backwards around a shredded flag
Tyranny and privilege, ruler and the ruled
All seeping into churches and permeating schools
All people preaching "tolerance" are least tolerant of all
Believe the useful lemmings, or they'll see to it you fall
Misappropriation of power and control
Leaves the stench of corruption and a cavern for your soul