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Nobody really cared, so it never really mattered
It never really mattered, so it never really happened
What's the point in fighting for a happy ever after?
The past keeps haunting the future, I imagine
All I ever wanted was a little peace and quiet
Just color in the lines, and you'll get it like they promise
If you bite the hand, get louder and defiant
Then you'll see how quickly they come making a deposit
One false move, you're a Kennedy
If you fight it you're the enemy
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
Where's my head? On the podium
Gas me up, no petroleum
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
Mass detention
Debt collection
Misdirection
Got lost, missed intervention
We missed redemption
Missed reflection
Kissed the weapon
Skipped the lesson
Caught an infection
Mass confusion
Air pollution
Compromised foreign contribution
Mass epidemic
No mask, gonna mask call a medic
Go fast or I last apathetic
Might crash, I'm a hack, I'm pathetic I know
Times ain't changing, the sun don't show
And the trees won't grow, and the bombs keep dropping
The fake tan on the TV keeps talkin'
Just wanna be optimistic
My sanity's gone off ballistic
Train was leaving, I just missed it
Guess that I'm stuck with this #
Damn
One false move, you're a Kennedy
If you fight it, you're the enemy
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
Where's my head? On the podium
Gas me up, no petroleum
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
I'm still tryna find my identity
One false move, you're a Kennedy
If you fight it, you're the enemy
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
Where's my head? On the podium
Gas me up, no petroleum
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
The price of your greed is your son and your daughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
Look me in my eyes
Tell me everything's not fine
Oh, the people ain't happy
And the river has run dry
You thought you could go free
But the system is done for
If you listen real closely
There's a knock at your front door
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
The price of your greed is your son and your daughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
When there's blood in the
(Uh, uh)
When there's blood in the
(Uh, uh)
Beg me for mercy
Admit you were toxic
You poisoned me just for
Another dollar in your pocket
Now I am the violence
I am the sickness
Won't accept your silence
Beg me for forgiveness
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
The price of your greed, your son and your daughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
When there's blood in the water
(Uh, uh)
When there's blood in the
(Uh, uh)
I am the people
I am the storm
I am the riot
I am the swarm
When the last tree's fallen the animal can't hide
Money won't solve it
What's your alibi?
What's your alibi?
What's your alibi?
What you gon' do when there's blood in the, blood in the water?
When there's blood in the water
(Uh, uh)
When there's blood in the
(Uh, uh)
When there's blood in the water
Now, Tommy's a good father
Of two sons and a daughter
But he wakes up and he asks himself
Why even bother?
If he cannot feed his family
The wage he's paid's insanity
Every day he's dealing with a new calamity
Lost his old occupation
But it wasn't immigration
It was a machine, automation that replaced him
Politicians left him, corruption since the recession
So he grabs his Smith and Wesson
And says he'll teach 'em all a lesson, like
Get down on the ground
It's a stick up
Nobody make a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
It's a stick up
Nobody make a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
Now first he'd lost his pension
Sunk into depression
Congress is defecting
It's been adding to the tension
Came back from war, and he's been post-traumatic stressing
Can't afford his medicine he took for his aggression
He needs help
Relying on this system that rejects him
Took away his benefits, but left him with his weapon
Bought a one way ticket
He's entering the thicket
To do the only thing
That he's thinking will make a difference, like
Get down on the ground
It's a stick up
Nobody make a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
It's a stick up
Nobody make a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
There's a cold wind blowing
I'm just warning and preparing ya
There's a cold wind blowing
And it's coming for America
And it's coming for America
And it's coming for America
Get down on the ground
It's a stick up
Nobody make a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
It's a stick up
Nobody make a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
Nobody said it would be easy
Nobody said that it would all be fine
But to get where we're going
Brother you’ve gotta hold the line
It ain’t a matter of if,
Nah, it's just a matter of time
But to get where we're going
Sister gotta hold the line
You gotta stay steadfast
Tread lightly
‘Cause they’re looking for a reason to knock you down
But you can't ask too politely
In the trenches you gotta get loud
Hold the line
Hold the line
Don't pay ‘em no mind
Oh, hold the line
Hold the line
Nobody said it happens overnight
but if you're looking for a sign
Remember everybody that stood up before you
Oh they hold the line
They wanna tell you you're already free
Put these chains on and rob you blind
When they co-op the movement
Don't trip just hold the line
Hold the line,
Hold the line
Hold the line
Hold the line
Don't pay ‘em no mind
Oh, hold the line
You gotta stay steadfast
Tread lightly
‘Cause they’re looking for a reason to knock you down
But you can't ask too politely
In the trenches you gotta get loud
I'm not pointing out which dumbass I am in this video - but you can see the whole thing here.
X Ambassadors (with K.Flay & grandson) - Zen