Thick as thieves we were, thinned from the thicket
Floating on a flotilla of plastic down the River Styx
Tossing Dentabone’s to Cerberus as we held our palms high
We didn’t beg for forgiveness, we gave into Wal*Mart and Wall Street
Our Big Bang was less than whimper— More like a whisper.
Hush the tanks are coming.
The tanks are coming.
Our oiled war machines are T-1000s in the shadows
Glowing eyes, winking to McDonald’s ball pit children
A hare’s breath away from making a glass desert
Dollar sundaes at the Golden Arches for all the good little boys and girls
We have become the ghosts of revolutionaries and innovators
Muskets long traded in for an H2 and a Zune
Classless brutes who bitch about the classes
A council of kings and circle jerk aficionados
The Serpent God-King demands our obedience
We oblige, because our mouthes are full
Dripping from self righteousness and indulgence
We Nazi salute because America doesn’t kneel
We sail the very last river with a Rebel flag held high
For not only have we filled its shores with Miracle Whip
We traded in our heritage to the devil for a collar
Now with palms held high…
….the three-headed beast satisfied
….and no where left to invade
We chain ourselves to this eternal post— Panting for pennies
We never knelt before God, so why not become Beezlebub’s lap dog?
After all…this is America’s legacy.