"We ain't so different now, are we?" (Very different, very different)
Said the cop to the killer inside of me
"I've heard your story, boy. That shit gets old"
"We have the right to take your life, so do just what you're told"

"We ain't so different now, are we?"
Said the cop to the killer inside of me
"I've heard your story, boy. That shit gets old"
"We have the right to take your life, so do just what you're told"

"We ain't so different now, are we?"
Said the cop to the killer inside of me
"I've heard your story, boy, and that shit gets old"
"We’ve got the right to, to take your life, so do just what you’re told”

He ain’t so big dick now, is he? (Play the victim. Won’t play the victim)
When compared to the heroin next to me (She lives inside us all)
I've read about those storied boys, what about real girls?
More than a wife or giver of life, those antiquated roles

Now, that everybody’s listening
Will you shout, or shut your mouth again?
Closed mouths again

"You've gotta learn to accept disparity"
Said my mother to the fucker inside of me
"You're no Guevara, boy, just a poor man’s Marx"
"Now I think you better take a step down off that cross"
So, that shoe doesn’t fit you comfortably (It don’t fit you, will never fit you)
So, you’re better off cutting off both your feet (Bootstraps that bind us all)
'cause if you try to stand up, you might look too tall
The bigger they are, the better view we get to watch them fall

Ain’t no city like the one I’m from
That one time got me stressing
Hands up high, praying I don’t get shot
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha

Now, that everybody’s listening
Will you shout, or shut your mouth again?
Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint
It’s hard to see when you don’t understand it at all

Now, that everybody’s listening
Will you shout, or shut your mouth again?
Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint
Hard to think that you’d understand this at all

We don't back away, we go that way now
(I never got it. I never, ever got it)
Who got shot today? What's your body count?
(We'll never get it. You know we won't get it)
We don't back away, we go that way now
Who got shot today? What's your body count?

Now, that everybody’s listening
Will you shout, or shut your mouth again?
Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint
It’s hard to see when you don’t understand it at all

Now, that everybody’s listening
Will you shout, or shut your mouth again?
Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint
Hard to think that you'd understand this at all


Lyrics submitted by Haunted Devil

Good Mourning, America song meanings
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