Lyrics Pox Americana - Good Riddance

Pox Americana

Put out the fires, enlist a call to all our banners
Erase them all and punish anyone who abdicates or throws
As we terrorize their homes
Set light the pyre, conscript an army of fanatics
Eradicate the earth and burn in effigy the scientists and the law
So let the trumpet sound, I want to burn it down
And let the meek surrender
Surround the abattoir and let the guilty stand alone
Attack the walls, arrange the arsenic and tannin
Poison the well and watch them die behind the parapets they’ve built
So let the trumpet sound, I want to burn it down
And let the meek surrender
Surround the abattoir and let the guilty stand alone
When all the tomes are read and all the blood is shed
Who’s left to render judgment?