july 4th, 2001 / three fifty seven am

and the rockets red glad

where we discriminate based on race

the bombs bursting in air

the worlds police officer, we rule with an iron fist

gave through, through the night

millions have no place to sleep to sleep at night

that our flag was still there

while 5% of us owns 95% of the money

oh, say does that star spangled banner yet wave

wave the flag in blind dillusion, conformity covered up as nationalism

for the land of the free

free for those with enough money to pay off those corrupt enoguh to taske

and the home, of the brave

the home of all that's wrong with humanity

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