Sage Francis - The Masters Are Back ( Non-Prophets) lyrics

By the time the flags rotted
Off of their antennas
They were questioning who the real threat is
Big Brotherly love is the
21rst Century's plague
No matter how bloody the glove
Question evidence displayed

Don't forget what two plus two equals
Don't let them upgrade your math no matter
What they have as proof of evil
Remember when they went after
The Jewish people?
You don't recognize that same black
Mask as see through?

Attack of the eagles if they don't fall dead
Before they reach me
I'll be damned if I don't shoot
One in it's bald head
Fk what we're force fed all I ever wanted


Was a warm bed and a
House that wasn't haunted

I'd rather die for a cause
Than to die just because
We exhaust natural resources forced into wars
Restoring wasteful ways
Keeping other countries poor "Monkey see
Monkey do" I wonder what
Those fking monkeys saw

Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind
And guarantee they will change with time
Your outline is pixelated with
Poor resolution while
Downtime is simply wasted you
Were born execution style

Head first in a trial i'll second the motion
'Til the jury's bored to death and
Puts your neck in a notion
The situation's volatile a
Naked problem child
Is trying to find the right clown
Costume to make his father smile

So he bombs while he tries to tell jokes
This ain't a false alarm
Can't you smell the smoke?
You're in the line of fire where
They buy and sell votes
Our sense of liberty doesn't
Ring true, stupid, that's why the bell broke

Trench coat Mafiosos propel rocks
At recruitment officers and
Rebel against cops
'Til they hurdle infinite circles
In small cell blocks
Turtle upon turtle 'til they're
All shell shocked

This so-called president got elected
In a court room with the war efforts of pops
He inherited a fortune we "talk, talk
Talk" so the veterans of war assume
The revolution stopped this ain't
A protest tune

"Hey, Bobbythe Masters are back they're up to
No good just like the old days
They played dead when you
Stood over their grave
Bobby they played dead when you
Stood over their grave
"Hey, Bobbythem bastards are back it's our
Turn to stand over their grave
I'm a do it right this timei'm awakei'm
A wait until their fkin' skin decays"

You can't roam a lost land
As the last existing dinosaur
There's no escaping ass kickings in
These times of war
Replacing apples with hospitalswhere
Doctors are hostile
Killing two pterodactyls with one fossil

I got you if they don't fall dead
Before they reach me
I'll be damned if I don't shoot
One in it's bald head
Fk what we're force fed all I ever wanted
Was a warm bedand house that wasn't haunted
Thumb through novels to have
Your fingerprints match
The description of criminals
Committing innocent acts
Of compassion for tired civilians
Crawling with pistols
While we fire million dollar warning missals

Force the issues in the back of
Your head where eyes roll
Brain wash yourself out of that mind control
Or act a fool like you're told
But we won't see no type of justice
'til that bitch removes the blindfold

This ain't a "Love it or leave it
" it's a "Change it or lose it"
I'll never sing the anthem of a
Nation who never faces the music
Chasing an ever-elusive caveman
In space ships that makes trips to
The futures that are name-brand

Faking progressbut we ain't advanced
Enough to change the posture
Of our ape stance?
They've got the key to the city
But they prefer the break-in entry
Duck and weave
I'm shedding light in their shadow
Box to make it empty

"Hey, Bobbythe Masters are back they're up to
No good just like the old days
They played dead when you
Stood over their grave
Bobby they played dead when you
Stood over their grave
"Hey, Bobbythem bastards are back it's our
Turn to stand over their grave
I'm a do it right this timei'm awakei'm
A wait until their fkin' skin decays"

Attack of the eagles if they don't fall dead
Before they reach me
I'll be damned if I don't shoot
One in it's bald head
Fk what we're force fed all I ever wanted
Was a warm bed
There's nothing scarier than the human
Stories I tell ghosts
Chilling accounts with my tongue
Frozen to bed posts
The catharses of carcasses whenever
Threats are close
Shows a heartlessness that doesn't
Register on stethoscopes

Sell your hopes for a homeland security chart
'Til your sense of self is broke and
No man's pure in the heart
Preventive detention for the folks
Who never left home
Tensions have grown into a 24 7 red zone

Scare tacticshave got you under control
The fear factors of a color
Code the uppers know
They can't hold you down
Without having anchors attached
"It's all the same" Nah
Balls and chains on ankles don't match

So drag your torso back to the off road
We may have lost the fashion battle
But we ain't lost the wardrobe
Go window shopping for your next free meal
'cause when we start the revolution all
You'll probably do is steal

"Hey, Bobbythe Masters are back they're up to
No good just like the old days
They played dead when you
Stood over their grave
Bobby they played dead when you
Stood over their grave
"Hey, Bobbythem bastards are back it's our
Turn to stand over their grave
I'm a do it right this timei'm awakei'm
A wait until their fking skin decays"