(In the style of The Original Caste’s “One Tin Soldier”)
Listen people to a story
Just a few hundred years old
‘Bout a country ‘cross an ocean
Built on slaves they bought and sold
In this country lay great bounty
Boundless land to spread about
And the invading people swore
They’d chase every last native out
So go ahead and stain the landscape
Go ahead and beat them dead
Call it manifest destiny
And justify it in your head
There won’t be any glory granted
When we look back on then
In the bloody years that follow
Would-be warriors rise again
So the invaders claimed the land
Built an empire with slave sweat
Called it home and killed the natives
A fact that they’d soon forget
Now all the land belonged to them
One great nation under god
Just not the men that picked the crops
Adding to our great facade
Now the land in hate divided
“Counter protest, arm your sons
Send them to the heart of chaos
Trading words for smoking guns!”
Now we stand beside the bodies
In the streets stained in red
Looking for justification
For vile things we did and said
So go ahead and kill your neighbor
Go ahead and lose a friend
Do it in the name of vengeance
Will justice be served in the end?
There won’t be any flowers growing
On this bloody day
And while the leaders turn a blind eye
Would-be warrior walks away
Mannino Acid 