Hey did you know ‘fore this cotton took the ground
The tall grass swayed an ocean’s endless sound
Chief Placido he rode astride the Rangers raining down
Upon Comanche tribes and cut ‘em down
But you won’t see his kind here running round
They knew this place but wouldn’t know it now
Heroes are useless, after we have used them for our purpose
Allies, they shift with the vagrant needs of greed’s incessant whims
Did you know before these condos took the sky
The unwanted here we barricaded tight
But as the Sioux upon the Black Hills came to know
When we find gold we’ll take it as our own
No treaty can protect you anyhow
I know this place but I don’t know this town
Rome’s burning, I’m fiddling
Full on bread and circus, queen’s cake and Ritalin
Cicero, is speechless
And the newspeak lexicon-victs are swindling
Babe I know that our own troops they took it all
But I’m tired of running, can we turn around
Honey no, you know that there’s no going back
Besides they’ll just put us in the camp
'Cause I won’t bow before that stolen crown
Just let that place return unto the ground
The youth brigades will listen in
While the redcoats take their quarter in the kitchen
On table scraps, we’ll dine with
All the ne'er do wells and scalawags and miscreants
Rome’s burning, I’m fiddling
Full on soma, fear, and color coated warnings
On our own flesh, we’ll feast with
All the caitiffs and turncoat rapscallions
Hey did you know ‘fore this cotton took the ground
The tall grass swayed an ocean’s endless sound
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