Gospel Music For The Coming Social War Lyrics

I was raised in the north underneath the pines,
Where the pavement ends and the police hide.
Moved down and to the west where it is so dry,
That all the streets flood when it rains every time.
So I'll just sit here in the yard and hope that the power goes out,
Because this could be the time that it never comes back on, and that would be, that would be fine.
And I swear to a god that I never planned, never planned to believe in,
That if I ever drink again,
It's going to kill me or I'm just going to wish that it did.
I'll tell you right now I didn't quit shooting dope,
To watch the border patrol pull this shit unopposed.
The south side is a police state that's not the type of thing I normally say,
Because I hate it when our rhetoric exaggerates,
But where I'm from the police kidnap people every day.
Don't sleep at night until the last prison,
Gets burnt down or turned into a museum.
Don't breathe until the last dollar bill they print,
Gets tossed into a wood stove in New England.
I couldn't leave my house today I'm too terrified of market exchange
Nothing remains in the hands that made it no one working for each other, everybody working for a wage.