The air is fresh, the day is bright, in God we trust It is our right to shake the world by its collective Heels and pick up all the change assign to them an hourly wage and find some pants with an elastic Waste and want we juxtapose, entire lands at our dispose Battalions of the cheapest workers. Tiny fingers, tiny hands Well work them hard because we can Its so decreed on all our currency Screamloud as you canScream Visions in your worst dreams, nightmares All are true and bloom because of you Each blade of grass and grain of sand residing on this sunkissed land has all been weighed and valued sacred, that we may take our bigger stick and whack the dark, irreverent wrist, and keep tabs close, so that its not Let out the pants, undo your belt, theres room for war But not for guilt, we must maintain our living standards Lop all the heads off at the breast of those who thwart our holy quest, yes, throngs will diebut our great land will thrive Screamloud as you canScream Visions in your worst dreams, nightmares All are true and bloom because of you Flyghosts in the nightFly Shrieks piercing the night sky, specters At our door, washing up on the shore But I can pull the blankets up over my head tonight Im fine right here. Its warm inside the lie
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