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Makeshift Patriot

アーティスト:Sage Francis  アルバム:The Known Unsoldier "Sick Of Waging War..."  作詞:DJ SHALEM/SAGE FRANCIS/LANDRY PAUL F  作曲:DJ SHALEM/SAGE FRANCIS/LANDRY PAUL F 

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(People talking) I'm tired of hearing of young fellows, who think you know it all. You know nothing, you have not seen a shot fired, and you're waving the damn flag. Frank, what's that man? I'm just watching some bullshit. On the news. It's fucking bullshit. Reporters trying to win a fucking emmy. Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself at half mast. (3x) It's the makeshift, The patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself for your live telecast. Coming live from my own funeral Beautiful weather offered a nice shine, Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline. It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence. My journalist ethic slips when I pass them off as objectives. Don't give me that ethical shit. I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable american kids, and it's time to show this world how big our edifice is. That's exactly how they attacked, when a typically dark-skinned disney villain. Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse into our buildings. Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction. Pregnant women couldn't protect their children; wheelchairs were stairway obstructions. I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal, wondering if after it settles, we'll find who provided power to radical rebels. The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over, but only on our own soil, so the little boy holds a toy soldier, and waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait till he's older, though, before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end. I'll get a close-up of his head. Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself at half mast. (3x) It's the makeshift, The patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself while the stock markets crash. The city is covered in inches of muck. I see some more pictures of victims are up Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck, leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding hands, to escape the brutal heat; sometimes in groups of three. The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people look like debris but all they say when all was said, beyond the talking heads, was the bloody dust with legs, looking like the walking dead calling for meds. All the hospitals overwhelmed, volunteers need to go the hell home. Moments of silence for firefighters were interrupted by cell phones. Who's going to make that call, to increase an unknown death toll?


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