Hitman, hitman, where ya been?

Gotta magical mystery plan?

You're goin' round town breaking all the rules

But you're the king of fools

I'll just point and shoot

And no one will see me now

I'll just point and shoot

'Cause I work for the system now

Hitman, hitman, draw the line

I see you're out of time

Assassination done

The system's got him under control

The Divided States of America

Is a playground for kingpins and hypocrites

In a country woven from outdated cloth

And the fabric won't take much more of this

We feed the world while our children starve

And our soldiers forced to carry empty guns

We preach about life and liberty

While our mothers kill their unwanted sons.

You draw your battle lines

You see you're outta time

It's just another excuse

For what you people might call war

You think you're tolerant

You prove your ignorance

The United States of America ain't united anymore!