If I apologize for the swift and sudden rise
In the reocurring themes of love and God and war
Will you make amends for the way we all pretend
These aren't the things we think about when we can't think about our jobs anymore?

I'm so sick of this fate, I felt compelled to create
I left it for you, waiting in nylon space of record crates
To ease the pain from the soft features of your face
So you can put your windows down, you can put your windows down

And impose your musical tastes on this immense landscape
I think I'm starting to relate to these troubled states

God please save these troubled states

And I can't set aside all the condescending lies
They're making us believe about state and faith and law
Paint every dark-skinned man a criminal, every white christian forgivable
We're choosing sides, a soldier's life
In the new culture war

I'm so sick of this fate, I felt compelled to create
I left it for you draped in a jewel case outside your place
For heaven's sake, if the long knives of the night keep you awake
I think we share the collective fate of these troubled states

God please save these troubled states

So we're all going to hell
But with one hell of a plan
Presented in folded flags
Embedded in foreign sand

Written upon the dead skin
Of a dried-up land, it began:

We'll fix the fat and ugly with incisions
We'll stash the gay and liberal up in New England
We'll keep the black and poor either in or under constant threat of prison
And we'll all feel blessed just for being part of the vision

God please save these troubled states


Lyrics submitted by punkpirate

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