Call Of Revolt Lyrics - Singles - Benefit

[John F. Kennedy speaking] 

We dare not forget today that we are the heirs 

of that first Revolution. 

[Benefit] 

Critical, outlook on life seems miserable 

Criminals running one nation indivisible 

Reality is struck, morality is fucked 

You try to get a job but you're probably out of luck 

So you systemize, eating lies politicians sell 

"Vote for me" reality is "Follow me to hell" 

Mutated chicken cells 10 on the Richter scales 

Alcohol on the rise with increased liquor sales 

Inevitable downfall is evident 

Spend every cent on your chemical, but can't pay the rent 

What's that all about? Nation under God falling out 

Free will first amendment rights freedom calling out 

Prisons are allowing homosexual housing 

Where faggots fuck in cells and guards find it arousing 

A prostitute spreads her pussy lips for a target 

She's garbage witness primitive animal carnage 

She's getting fucked bloody laid out on the carpet 

So she can buy coke that the government put on the market 

In lust we trust sniffing dust in the condom I bust 

Uncle Sam don't give a fuck about us 

It's all monetary get our oils and the military 

And it very well may be we need revolutionaries 

If you want to get fisted enlist in the system 

And get fucked by officials who call themselves Christians 

I pledge allegiance to the flag 

Social security number's my tag 

Phony-ass politicians with fake charm 

Catch a bullet in the head I got the right to bear arms 

Understand that powerful planning is mandatory 

Often in this category death can be the story 

Trust no one, be a vigilante, pack a gun 

Think the cops give a fuck if you run? Come on, son 

You'll catch a bullet to the leg, or the back, or the head 

Hot lead penetrate soft flesh, now you're dead 

Game's over, you lose, ran out of continues 

This is the real life drama, it's the Ill Street Blues 

Our country leads the world in political scandals 

While graffiti artists are labeled criminal vandals 

Expert military networks 

Performing underground radiation so your head hurts 

Classify everything, tyranny with no king 

Inaugural poetry, the caged bird sings: 

[Singer singing Star Spangled Banner] 

O'er the land of the free 

And the home of the brave