"Y'all Don't Wanna Step To Dis"



Four sins past sainthood,

It's like I'm dying to forget

All the sleepless nights,

Lying perfectly alone and still.

I can drink 'till victory,

I'll drink to the mighty,

Drink until I die,

Or at least until the sunrise

When honesty,

As popular as a plague,

Comes to remind me

The dead's winning the race

With me going nowhere.

Right down the street,

A prostitute is selling

The closest thing to love

That this country has to offer,

And Alachua still sleeps tonight,

And Alachua still sleeps tonight,

And Alachua still sleeps tonight...



So we fought for the republic

While the Catholic sun filled every eye.

From the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean,

We drank to the mighty.

We died for oil,

We died for borders,

Killed for democracy,

Still believed every platform.

Can you handle the death,

Accept what we create together?

I still know every politician

Is a fucking monster.

Culture kills bureaucrats

And all other undesireables.

History said we died for freedom,

But today no justice was served,

And America still sleeps tonight,

And America still sleeps tonight,

And America still sleeps tonight,

And I hope it doesn't wake up tomorrow.



So we boasted that we were champions,

Each country singing it's own praise.

Like a rock thrown into the ocean,

Humanity was rising to the top.

Two world wars later,

Countless "military interventions",

We erect monuments to history

And give apologies to the dead.

All that was fought for the living

Is quickly forgotten.

We don't remember the dates,

We don't remember the reasons.

We have no id