Firstborn

Breach the endless tides of echoed indecision
Happy hunting for the fools
Blight your infants' eyes with your ignorant vendetta
Rob their fates for your abuse

You're selling every firstborn but your own child
Death sentence of a nation signed in your blood
You're selling every firstborn but your own child
The vengeance of a spoiled fortunate son

Just a piece of coal in the furnace of industry
Leader on a pedestal
Jingoistic pride and God's own cannon fodder
Fight holy wars of pageantry

You're selling every firstborn but your own child
Death sentence of a nation signed in your blood
You're selling every firstborn but your own child
The vengeance of a spoiled fortunate son

Just believe that little bit harder
Just dress that little bit smarter
Some day it'll all be over
Everything will be all right, yeah
I can hear the chants make thunder
America the Brave will take us far
One nation under God always divided
With liberty and justice for one

Armed and Hammered | Album | Bastard