we've been twelve years down so they rallied all around
and they offered up the boys to die
trading blood for money, selling flags and spining lies
and business getting better was the battle cry
its got nothing to do with you
its not a happy story
you wont see em running the numbers
but you'll see who gets the fucking glory
urban epidemics always seem much more severe
when problems turn from black to white
and candle-coated vigils always seeming to sincere
atleast until the end of the night
its got nothing to do with you
its not a happy story
you wont see em running the numbers
but you'll see who gets the fucking glory
CHORUS (I'm not 100% sure about the lyrics, but you can figure it out)
There's always something to say
When there ain't no fucking price to pay
Locked and loaded piling in the back
Curbside patriots
SOLO
they're selling flags and spinning lies
while sending someone elses son's to die
There's always something to say
When there ain't no fucking price to pay
Locked and loaded piling in the back
Curbside patriots (second time thru, play INTRO pt 2 over)
OUTRO