Benefit Call Of Revolt
[John F. Kennedy speaking] We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first Revolution. [Benefit] Critical, outlook on life seems miserable Criminals running one nation indivisible Reality is struck, morality is f..cked You try to get a job but you're probably out of luck So you systemize, eating lies politicians sell "Vote for me" reality is "Follow me to hell" Mutated chicken cells 10 on the Richter scales Alcohol on the rise with increased liquor sales Inevitable downfall is evident Spend every cent on your chemical, but can't pay the rent What's that all about? Nation under God falling out Free will first amendment rights freedom calling out Prisons are allowing homosexual housing Where faggots f..ck in cells and guards find it arousing A prostitute spreads her pussy lips for a target She's garbage witness primitive animal carnage She's getting f..cked bloody laid out on the carpet So she can buy coke that the government put on the market In lust we trust sniffing dust in the condom I bust Uncle Sam don't give a f..ck about us It's all monetary get our oils and the military And it very well may be we need revolutionaries If you want to get fisted enlist in the system And get f..cked by officials who call themselves Christians I pledge allegiance to the flag Social security number's my tag Phony-ass politicians with fake charm Catch a bullet in the head I got the right to bear arms Understand that powerful planning is mandatory Often in this category death can be the story Trust no one, be a vigilante, pack a gun Think the cops give a f..ck if you run? Come on, son You'll catch a bullet to the leg, or the back, or the head Hot lead penetrate soft flesh, now you're dead Game's over, you lose, ran out of continues This is the real life drama, it's the Ill Street Blues Our country leads the world in political scandals While graffiti artists are labeled criminal vandals Expert military networks Performing underground radiation so your head hurts Classify everything, tyranny with no king Inaugural poetry, the caged bird sings: [Singer singing Star Spangled Banner] O'er the land of the free And the home of the brave
