Patriotism Killed the Cat
As we all go marchin' in
And we're drowning in our sins
But the world keeps crashing in
While we're all on trial
As we walk this hallowed ground
And he makes a violent sound
But the world keeps spinning 'round
And we're all gonna die
And I'm here
I might be sleeping on the floor
But I'm standing in this desert out here on my own
We're just trying to pay our dues
And there's fire on the news
And I'm holding on to you like a kid on his bike
And the road to hell got wet
I can't light this cigarette
And I'll try to not forget
That we're all gonna change
And I'm here
I might not return all your calls
Cause I'm standing in this parking lot
And I'm yelling up to God
Yeah it's always 2am
They say it's us or them
All good things will end
If we keep trying to win
The wars that arrogance begun
Fought by father, fought by son
There's nothing to be won
In the charge for blood and soil
And I hear the rats drowning in my ears
Racked with pain and hate and fear
But it's all in the name of love
Love of guns and pressing one
Building walls and dropping bombs
We're so proud of being dumb
Waving flags and dragging ass
And I'm here
I might be sleeping on the floor
But I'm standing in this desert out here on my own
And I'm here
I might not return all your calls
Cause I'm standing in this parking lot
And I'm yelling up to God
And we're drowning in our sins
But the world keeps crashing in
While we're all on trial
As we walk this hallowed ground
And he makes a violent sound
But the world keeps spinning 'round
And we're all gonna die
And I'm here
I might be sleeping on the floor
But I'm standing in this desert out here on my own
We're just trying to pay our dues
And there's fire on the news
And I'm holding on to you like a kid on his bike
And the road to hell got wet
I can't light this cigarette
And I'll try to not forget
That we're all gonna change
And I'm here
I might not return all your calls
Cause I'm standing in this parking lot
And I'm yelling up to God
Yeah it's always 2am
They say it's us or them
All good things will end
If we keep trying to win
The wars that arrogance begun
Fought by father, fought by son
There's nothing to be won
In the charge for blood and soil
And I hear the rats drowning in my ears
Racked with pain and hate and fear
But it's all in the name of love
Love of guns and pressing one
Building walls and dropping bombs
We're so proud of being dumb
Waving flags and dragging ass
And I'm here
I might be sleeping on the floor
But I'm standing in this desert out here on my own
And I'm here
I might not return all your calls
Cause I'm standing in this parking lot
And I'm yelling up to God
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