The Ink And The Quill (The Bright Lights of America 2008)

Текст песни Anti-Flag - The Ink And The Quill (The Bright Lights of America 2008)

The Ink and the Quill (Be Afraid) LyricsThe water turned black and it's just getting darker
So be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare

The neo-christian theocrats pray on a Sunday afternoon
Then welcome in Pinochet's men to intimidate and kill
All that we know, all that we know is

Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare

So filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication
There's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction

Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill
We are the hidden fist of the free market
We are the ink, we are the quill

What have you learned through the years?
What have you learned from your fears?

Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Water tastes like arsenic
Feel it pumping coursing in your blood
Your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe
Room spinning, kiss your ass goodbye
Now you're off, you've been taken on a ride
We've been sold, been sold a bill of lies

Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare

There's a storm cloud gathering overhead
Ominous, black, raining hell
When it drops jackboot down on your streets
You're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth

Built on a corporate welfare scam
Rumsfeld doctrine stealing wealth
Profits so saccharine sweet the wall street bankers weep
As the storm gains strength
The aging levees break
The ancient ground does quake
And your lungs will fill your spineless apathy