I say no to war, you say no to war,

and we go to war again

but the truth of the matter is -

it stinks like the shit that you are.

You've freedom to sell, you poisoned

the well from heaven to hell and then

you wonder why you can't fuckin think

for yourself anymore.



The end - does it justify the means?

Angst and disgust - American dreams.

I hate it myself - it's not what it seems to be.

I distrust American dreams



Your bringin me down, and bringin me down,

and bringin me down again

to the lows that were never ever

reached or dreamed of before

With weapons at bay, we're facing the day,

embracing the cause for dissent

then we'll justify our resolve well after the war.



The end - does it justify the means?

Angst and disgust - American dreams.

I hate it myself - it's not what it seems to be.

I distrust American dreams



American Dreams!