F.O.O.L. Lyrics

Land of the free, but we're all slaves
We worship money and pray for change
Where pigs are gods and we are filthy.

Protect and serve at all costs
The biggest lie of them all
Fraternal order of liars, they live to watch us fall
And we try to survive,
But we're just pushed to the side.
Terrorized, what I wouldn't give to watch them die.

Land of the free, but we're all slaves
We worship money and pray for change
Where pigs are gods and we are filthy.

And while the rich wear their crowns
We'll struggle until we drown
Left to die in our small towns
There's nothing left we can do
No alternate path to choose