We're told we've got a brand of pride that nothing can take away.
Engraved in minds from young to old: the letters U.S.A
Controlling your emotions and convincing you its fair;
But no one ever questions what the voices say is there.
When someone could explain to me why everything's for sale,
The ones who make the profit had the someone put in jail.
And everyday in your hometown the pressure takes its toll.
Another loyal citizen is hanging from a flag pole.
The tears are streaming down his face, they shower him with guilt.
The thought of what he knew his hands had went ahead and built.
'Cause all along he spoke his thoughts and in our hearts we know
It's just another holocaust. That's all really own.
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