The world is held hostage
by a prison of stars and bars
lifetimes lived out in poverty, misery, and war
suckled in the world cradle of privilege
it’s time to bite the hand that feeds
they give us what we want
it’s time to take what we need
So unfurl the Red Standard
sharpen the pikes
towards our destiny we march tonight.
A homegrown Texan El Duche’s
financial backers are calling the shots
As their profits rise
bombs will drop
and their trade deals
wring every drop of blood from the poor
and it’s long past time we wage a different kind of war.

Lyrics submitted by final_notice41

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