Dillinger Four The Great American Going Out Of Business Sale Lyrics

The Great American Going Out Of Business Sale Lyrics

We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't konw



If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show



Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties



A history that's really not your own



Is freedom just a privelege of hatred guaranteed



is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees



Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't wan to see?



Seven guns for degradation



Three cheers for cruel tradition



Red, white and black eyes forever



Somewhere South of respect tonight



This tension's wrapped up nice and tight



The static's felt but never makes a sound



A man finds nothing left to eat



Another sells his body for a place to sleep



As Klansmen flood a conference hall downtown



This t.v. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes



This job is your achievement, this Bible is your pride



Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide



Seven guns for degradation



Three cheers for cruel tradition



Red, white and black eyes forever



I think of a story my father told me about a fella he know in 



The Army



The Pentagon traded him checks for both his legs



"Fuck the States" was the last that Father heard he had said



Still it's said that this war was won



Well I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son



I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks



I have a mouth that speaks and God damn it will



Because I've had enough of all this shir about "making do"



"Playing ball" " the way things are" and "dealing with
it"



Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is



I'm not into making excuses







And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless.