The words that I say don't mean nothin'
The words that I say don't mean shit
You just keep on with your killin'
I'll just keep on biting my lip
There's always another election
Always a war we can fight
It's a virus, an infection
Strike a match it will light
You can torture a Muslim
You can make bury a Jew
You can hang yourself a ‘nigger’
But who'll be the judge of you…
For this I pledge my allegiance
To this country and for which it stands
For honor, power and glory
The brotherhood of man
I've lost my faith in justice
I've forgot just what it means
From the towers in New York City
To the levees down in New Orleans
You can torture a Muslim
You can make bury a Jew
You can hang yourself a ‘nigger’
But who'll be the judge of you. YOU..
Bomb the women and children
The sacrifice must be made
It's the politics of war and murder
We've blown are cover, we've been made
Deep, deep within the battle
A sacrifice is made
A man give his life for another
This is the part he plays
You can torture a Muslim
You can make bury a Jew
You can hang yourself a ‘nigger’
But who'll be the judge of you.
Who'll be the judge of you.
The words that I say don't mean shit
You just keep on with your killin'
I'll just keep on biting my lip
There's always another election
Always a war we can fight
It's a virus, an infection
Strike a match it will light
You can torture a Muslim
You can make bury a Jew
You can hang yourself a ‘nigger’
But who'll be the judge of you…
For this I pledge my allegiance
To this country and for which it stands
For honor, power and glory
The brotherhood of man
I've lost my faith in justice
I've forgot just what it means
From the towers in New York City
To the levees down in New Orleans
You can torture a Muslim
You can make bury a Jew
You can hang yourself a ‘nigger’
But who'll be the judge of you. YOU..
Bomb the women and children
The sacrifice must be made
It's the politics of war and murder
We've blown are cover, we've been made
Deep, deep within the battle
A sacrifice is made
A man give his life for another
This is the part he plays
You can torture a Muslim
You can make bury a Jew
You can hang yourself a ‘nigger’
But who'll be the judge of you.
Who'll be the judge of you.
Contributed by giorgio - 2009/12/4 - 13:01
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Lyrics & Music by Ralph Buckley
Album: God is Dead [2007]
This tune is a protest in a sense, a live performance of alternative blues meets the lyrical imagery of the horrors and absurdities of senseless violence and murder. Racism, holocaust, slavery, torture...the politics of war and murder...