Sims, Crescent Moon - Frontline lyrics

3000 miles from home
An American army is fighting for you
Do everything we can to bring piece to our
Land through the guiding of God's hand
Radio tuning
This message is brought to you as a public
Service by your Department of
Wealth and Hellfare
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea

Left, right, march to your gravesite
They’ve got them ready on the frontline
Every man, woman
And child for miles single file
Take a number and they’ll call
You when it comes time
The air feels thick, not as thick as
The black smoke blocking out the sunshine
Speak up boy they can’t hear your voice
And I never had a choice when they hung mine



You put up your pride, they burn
Gonna burn it down
You’re speaking your mind, they turn
Gonna turn it down they feed you their lies
You worms better learn it now
Live by it, learn to smile
Big riots burn awhile
Thank you for saving us savages
Godless primates that never had a prayer
Bottom of the food chain around
Where the maggots is
Stripping antagonist layer by layer by layer
Now do we divide or do we divide?
You don’t believe in evolution
Or improving with time
Now you’re standing there talking
About who’s truly divine
I know right from wrong doing where as
You need a sign from the sky
Back, back to where you all came
Give me every brother back lynched
In your god’s name
Your lord’s gold plated on a chain
Mine’s hanging from a tree by
His neck in the rain
I got blood that walked a trail of tears
Walked a trail of tears
Survived and kept coming
How am I supposed to feel
About honoring my country
When I’m looking at their killer every
Time I see a twenty?
The fuck is you talking about
You’re so patriotic?
I ain’t fighting in a war
I don’t believe dying for
Hide behind that sticker on your bumper
You ain’t sending folded-up flags back
Home to their mothers
You ain’t overseas fighting
Dying with the others
You would rather send your neighbor’s
Niece’s cousin’s nephew’s little brother
Hiding in your mansion in the suburbs
Like your god wouldn’t judge you
Sleeping under silk covers
We’re about to reach Vietnam numbers
While your president leads you in
Prayer for his blunders
We’re about to reach Vietnam numbers
Why don’t you go ahead and say
Me a prayer while you’re under

I believe in the spirit
And the feathered serpent
But never in the curtain words
Sewn by your sermon
Or the service of your churches
Tighten up the wire turning
Citizens to servants
It’s the constant chaotic fear of bin Laden
Either him or it’s Saddam
Good god we hit bottom
But here comes your cowboy and he’s a hero
He promise waving crosses and pistols and
Fistfuls of profit's
But there’s blood on your hands
And blood in your pockets
Blood fills your goblets
Patriotic thugs licking scuds from their
Office with no conscious
I hope you choke on your own broken soul
Overdose, your god’s a remote
I know you’re using her for social control
Abusing human rights because your
Views confused a birthright
And you want me to march left, right, left
Death toll
You’ll reap what your "said so" sews
No, won’t march for your CEO’s
I roll with a murder of
Crows flying over the bones
Over the wreckage and so we go
Why would I waste a mile
In your crooked footsteps
We don’t see eye to eye
You see me as that prodigal son
But, I see I got nowhere to
Move and nowhere to run
But that’s the way you got power from day one
From the slaves that you captured
Sell them into hell and tell them
To wait for the rapture to the
Daily slaves you manufacture
Master, pastor, same hegemony
Subtle demise makes a legitimate plea
Jesus please, save me from the Jesus freaks
There’s vultures in the skies
And there’s soldiers overseas
Christians on a mission with missiles
Positioned and ready to launch
Tell somebody’s ghost it better
Get ready to haunt
God loves America the most because it
Gives him what he wants