A Drink from the Trough

If you don't eat what you're fed
You might find a price upon your head
You might be surprised just how little you'll fetch
Hey hey, hey hey, USA

Your pressures need fiction as fact
Our leaders, some liars grown fat
From food that they picked while they stood on our backs
Hey hey, hey hey, USA

While you're out there protesting that dumb Donald Trump
What of this system that sells us this junk?
How they stole and they lied from the aisles either side
While we were throwing stones, they plundered the divide
Oh them bodies and the flames
They just point you toward the plains
If this is who you trust, good night is good luck
Oh if this is who you trust, good night is good luck

No wonder them pigs hide their face
When they spray those poor injuns with mace
If your blood does not boil, your heart does not race
Hey hey, hey hey USA

They're planning some new war tonight
They'll pay you a pittance to fight
Well if you think that's freedom, I guess that you're right
Hey hey, hey hey, USA

While you're out there protesting that dumb Donald Trump
What of this system that sells us this junk?
How they stole and they lied from the aisles either side
While we were throwing stones, they plundered the divide
Oh them bodies, and the flames
They just point you toward the plains
If this is who you trust, good night is good luck
Oh if this is who you trust, good night is good luck



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Cole Wuamett
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