On Your Front Lawn
Someone's always shooting rainbows
Change the rules to the game
I'm a mess as far as names go
These people all just look the same
They say it's all for God and country
And line their pockets deep with gold
I'm just a button-pushing monkey
So what the hell would I know?
Throw me back into the pile
What's the point of standing up at all?
Cuz when the shit finally hits the fan
You'll understand God's plan
They'll burn those corpses right on your front lawn
Change the rules to the game
I'm a mess as far as names go
These people all just look the same
They say it's all for God and country
And line their pockets deep with gold
I'm just a button-pushing monkey
So what the hell would I know?
Throw me back into the pile
What's the point of standing up at all?
Cuz when the shit finally hits the fan
You'll understand God's plan
They'll burn those corpses right on your front lawn
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