Blood on the floor No blood on their hands To kill the dreamers Yeah, That’s their plan America.
They complain. ”Hey kids Do something with your lives.” We stand up, Fist up high. But That’s not what they mean. America.
Fall in line Fall in line. America.
Cocaine in private school lobbies Assault allegations under savonnerie They excuse you, green pockets Golden wallets. You can’t have it, unless you have it. America. America.
And it’s in tuition, Knowledge at a price. Too high for the average, Impossible for the low. But hey just work twice as hard And maybe it’ll open a door. America. America.
The Land of the free, Thats our motto. But bodies under bridges We try to hide.
Packed in hoards they arm us Fall in line. Fall in line. America.