Dead FM

Four, three, two, one, go! This is America, yeah, it's true Everything else is false that was taught to me and you But I'll try to sort it out I'll try to sort it out This is America, yeah, it's true Everything else is false that was taught to me and

Take this banner, hang it upside down This country's in distress From the schools to the factories On the dead edge of town This dream's a fucking mess This dream is fucked Here we go Our sisters' and mothers' rights to choose And powers determined t

So I'll write these words now For you my friend Here after all this time We may never sing this one It's just here as a light to help you When the power goes out Like the moments you might Shake yourself awake From those horrible dreams The only ones