no way that we’re gonna leave here.
we’re staying ‘til this war is won.
don’t take no shit from no sandman.
look at the damage we’ve done.

we’ll make ‘em cop to their plans while
we work on ‘em one at a time.
geared up for every detainee,
don’t care if they did any crime.

sounds like you’re overlooking
our great american dream.
think about living in the land of the free
while you bust ‘em, you break ‘em
and you make ‘em say what you wanna hear.

skies are dark,
the ground’s overflowing
with the blood of badass young boys;
wading in puddles of crimson;
learnin’ that guns just ain’t toys.

this ain’t no videotainment;
you’re chokin’ ‘cause you’re trying to get air.
all thoughts of awesome engagement
have morphed to fear and despair.

too many won’t get a chance at
our great american dream.
they won’t be returning to the land of the free;
they been busted, they been broken,
they been made to say what they wanna hear.

lyrics and music by: michael bonanno
lead vocal: michael
back up vocals: michael
acoustic guitar, bass, drums, electric
lead guitar, electric rhythm guitar, organ:
michael

copyright 2010 by michael bonanno
loc claim id: 1-7XFR9L

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