From the recording Departure Music
Lyrics
American Bombs
Do they know the price we pay
Thinking of the monsters begging to stay
Lies and fear rip through the day.
Do they know the price they paid?
Grab the brushes, paint us all the same
Tint is the truth, don’t question the reign
American bombs are dropping every day
Mouths and media tools of a game
American bombs falling through the night
Cash is the currency of our lives
Freedom is yours if you agree
Freedom is a gift; we have to believe
Drowning in the rhetoric of shit
Spew it out at a frantic pace.
Solving problems with the blindfold on
Veiled in darkness, hold a loaded gun
Grab the brushes, paint us all the same
Tint is the truth, don’t question the reign
American bombs are dropping every day
Mouths and media tools of a game
American bombs falling through the night
Cash is the currency of our lives
Freedom is yours if you agree
Freedom is a gift; we have to believe