Propagandhi - Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes lyrics
[Propagandhi - Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes lyrics]
The tangled webs they weave span
From Pine to Ruby Ridge
Back from Shay's defeat on up to Gustafsen
Now cue the ass parade of
Dittoheads and commissars and pricks
To drown out this faintest threat
Of commie faggot heretics
The nail that sticks up gets hammered down
The master's finest, finest tools are found
Slack-jawed and placid amidst the cacophony
Of screaming billboards and
Disney-fied history
Sometimes the ties that bind are strange
No justice shines upon the
Cemetery plots marked
Hampton, Weaver, or Anna Mae
Where federal bureaus and fraternal orders
Have cast their shadows
Permanent features built into these borders
But undercover of the customary
Gap we find between
History and truth, founding fathers
Bask in the rockets blinding red glare
The bombs bursting in air
One nation indivisible
But the truth is the back
Country learned of ratification
The people had a coffin painted black
And solemnly borne in funeral procession
They buried it deep in the earth as
An emblem of the dissolution
Internment of their Publick Liberty
Someday, somewhere, today's empires
Are tomorrow's ashes
From Pine to Ruby Ridge
Back from Shay's defeat on up to Gustafsen
Now cue the ass parade of
Dittoheads and commissars and pricks
To drown out this faintest threat
Of commie faggot heretics
The nail that sticks up gets hammered down
The master's finest, finest tools are found
Slack-jawed and placid amidst the cacophony
Of screaming billboards and
Disney-fied history
Sometimes the ties that bind are strange
No justice shines upon the
Cemetery plots marked
Hampton, Weaver, or Anna Mae
Where federal bureaus and fraternal orders
Have cast their shadows
Permanent features built into these borders
But undercover of the customary
Gap we find between
History and truth, founding fathers
Bask in the rockets blinding red glare
The bombs bursting in air
One nation indivisible
But the truth is the back
Country learned of ratification
The people had a coffin painted black
And solemnly borne in funeral procession
They buried it deep in the earth as
An emblem of the dissolution
Internment of their Publick Liberty
Someday, somewhere, today's empires
Are tomorrow's ashes