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
"Fuck the States" was the last that Father heard he had said
Still it's said that this war was won
Well I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son
I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks
I have a mouth that speaks and God damn it will
Because I've had enough of all this shir about "making do"
"Playing ball" " the way things are" and "dealing 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 I'm fucking useless.