i'm thinking this song may be , in part, a bout the westborro baptist church. Fro those of you who don't know this church sets up outside the funerals of fallen soldiers with signs that say 'God hates fags, Iraq is our punishment' and 'fags killed your son'.
So how does it feel to know that someone's kid
In the heart of America has blood on their hands
Fighting to defend your rights
So you can maintain a lifestyle
That insults his family's existence
Well, where I'm from we have a special
Salute that we aim high in the air
Towards all those pompous assholes
Who spend their days pointing fingers
(fuck you)
Shhh quiet might piss somebody off
Like the heartbeat of this country when antagonized too long
I'll be damned if you count me in as part of your generous hypocrisy
Collecting enemies
Tabloid gossip queen worthless man
(there's no need for us to bury you)
Selfish agenda once again
(right this way you've dug your own grave)
I've had enough
It's time for something real
I don't respect the words you're speaking
Gone too far
A clone
All the way from the east to the west we
Got this high society
Looking down on their very foundation
Constantly reminding us that our actions
Are the cause of all their problems
Pointing their fingers in every
Direction and blaming their
Own nation for who wins the elections
They've never contributed a fucking thing to the
Country they love to criticize
at the end here syn's voice takes on the cadence of a preacher but through the ehole thing he's very clear that he's all for free speech but these fucker's crossed a line and are now disrepectful of the men who died to defend thier rights to degrade them in death.
i'm thinking this song may be , in part, a bout the westborro baptist church. Fro those of you who don't know this church sets up outside the funerals of fallen soldiers with signs that say 'God hates fags, Iraq is our punishment' and 'fags killed your son'.
So how does it feel to know that someone's kid In the heart of America has blood on their hands Fighting to defend your rights So you can maintain a lifestyle That insults his family's existence Well, where I'm from we have a special Salute that we aim high in the air Towards all those pompous assholes Who spend their days pointing fingers (fuck you)
Shhh quiet might piss somebody off Like the heartbeat of this country when antagonized too long I'll be damned if you count me in as part of your generous hypocrisy Collecting enemies
Tabloid gossip queen worthless man (there's no need for us to bury you) Selfish agenda once again (right this way you've dug your own grave)
I've had enough It's time for something real I don't respect the words you're speaking Gone too far A clone
All the way from the east to the west we Got this high society Looking down on their very foundation Constantly reminding us that our actions Are the cause of all their problems Pointing their fingers in every Direction and blaming their Own nation for who wins the elections They've never contributed a fucking thing to the Country they love to criticize
at the end here syn's voice takes on the cadence of a preacher but through the ehole thing he's very clear that he's all for free speech but these fucker's crossed a line and are now disrepectful of the men who died to defend thier rights to degrade them in death.
You nailed it...
You nailed it...