the great american going out of busines sale lyrics – dillinger four

we were raised to be just what we are
in case you didn’t know
if i offered up to you some proof
would you let your anger show?
or would you put your mind to sleep
kept warm by simple novelties
and a history that’s really not your own?
is freedom just a privilege of hatred, guaranteed?
is comp*ssion just a second thought of hope brought to its knees?
can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn’t wan to see?

seven guns for degradation
three cheers for cruel tradition
red, white and black eyes forever

somewhere south of respect tonight
this tension’s wrapped up nice and tight
the static’s felt but never makes a sound
a man finds nothing left to eat
another sells his body for a place to sleep
as klansmen flood a conference hall downtown
this t.v. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes
this job is your achievement, this bible is your pride
can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can’t hide?

seven guns for degradation
three cheers for cruel tradition
red, white and black eyes forever

i think of a story my father told me
about a fella he know in the army
the pentagon traded him checks for both his legs
“f*ck the states” was the last thing father heard he had said
still it’s said that this war was won
well, i refuse to be just another dead nation’s b*st*rd son

i have eyes that see
i have a mind that thinks
i have a mouth that speaks
and godd*mn, it will
because i’ve had enough of all this sh*t
about “making do” and “playing ball”
“the way things are” and “dealin’ with it”
mixing pop and politics
he asks me what the use is
i’m not into making excuses
and i’ll die the day i find them f*cking useless

/ dillinger four lyrics