Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Them Eat Thomas Payne , by - Dillinger Four. Song from the album Versus God, in the genre ХардкорRelease date: 19.06.2000
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Them Eat Thomas Payne , by - Dillinger Four. Song from the album Versus God, in the genre ХардкорLet Them Eat Thomas Payne |
| It’s a simple as fear, just as stupid as hate |
| It’s as fragile as humility |
| It’s the way that we deal, what we truly feel |
| About everything we see |
| Rally 'round a cage or act your age |
| I gauge old messages scratched forever in a prison wall |
| We know what we’re capable of but don’t seem to care at all |
| Rally 'round a cage and don’t make a fuss |
| Rally 'round a cage |
| Who am I if I’m not aware that I’m one of us |
| It’s a question of trust |
| Rally 'round a cage, cringe at the paper then place the blame on «these days» |
| As if we don’t know what we’ve seen 'til we view it on the big screen |
| Understand it’s not getting any better and it’s growing outside |
| A price paid in full for the conscience that lied |
| All the billboards in the world can’t cover our eyes |
| I don’t understand |
| Don’t tread on me |
| But we act like we didn’t know, then kids shoot kids or community defies its |
| role |
| Then of course it’s everyone’s fault except anyone we might know |
| Tell me are the colors of the flag much prettier to see |
| When viewed from the requisite comfort of the knees |
| We’re the loyal little still singing out «please» |
| I can’t understand |
| Don’t tread on me |
| One little, two little, three little pink slips, four |
| Where «family values» are a value most can’t afford |
| Rally 'round a cage, to the new hit song |
| Rally 'round a cage, called «how could we be wrong» |
| Rally 'round a cage, c’mon do the goose step to a state-subsidized sing-along |
| With one side yanking a line called damage control |
| While groaning cuz they feel that the national razor went dull |
| But the other is a place I call home |
| Where solidarity is seldom shown |
| Where taxes paid is like spade to a dog with a thrift-store bone |
| This isn’t me, it couldn’t be, this isn’t me |
| It will never be |