The United Jokes of America

RUN!

And hide in your bunkers of lies; there’s something so predictable about it
Cover your eyes from the monster you’ve created; there is no truth
Run from the towers you helped bring down, oblivious to the burning bodies
You smile under the protection of cowardice; lie without a sound
Continue to ignore the nation’s heroes—ROTTING IN THE GROUND!

AVOID!

Loyal followers label you a saint, you guilty son-of-a-bitch
They’re as guilty as you are; the uniting of cowards
This shit makes no sense, a murderer released on past tense
The blood has still been shed; the sons of so many are still lying dead
Karma’s a bitch, YOU SHALL SEE!

There’s nothing that can be done for you to see the pain
The evil inside of us begins to rise; the nation of insane
Take your guilt trip; it’s the only place where you belong
Now there’s nothing to be born so perfect…
Only to be raped and aborted—IT’S ALL SO WRONG!

We’ve seen the kind dethroned, loyal peasants thrown from their homes
History repeats itself, except it’s now in the right place
Our forced fate now swings upon you as a pendulum
For the first time, you’re alone in life’s dark room
There’s nothing sweeter than your inevitable doom

Tie noose around your neck…
Pray to your nothing…
Kick the stool…
DROP IT!

TAKE IN!

All of the widows staring out empty windows
Life…
Liberty…
AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS, MOTHERFUCKER!

There’s nothing that can be done for you to see the pain
The evil inside of us begins to rise; the nation of insane
Take your guilt trip; it’s the only place where you belong
Now there’s nothing to be born so perfect…
Only to be raped and aborted—IT’S ALL SO



There’s nothing that can be done for you to see the pain
The evil inside of us begins to rise; the nation of insane
Take your guilt trip; it’s the only place where you belong
Now there’s nothing to be born so perfect…
Only to be raped and aborted—IT’S ALL SO WRONG!

It’s all so…
WRONG!