Roses are blue, violets are black,
Our families are dead, and they're not coming back.

Dad works three jobs, if he has the will,
Mommy works too, to cover the bills.

The kids have to work, to keep themselves fed,
They mow lawns and babysit, to pay for their bread.

They don't pay the light bill, 'cause it sure ain't small,
Still there ain't enough money to keep up with it all.

Roses are black, violets are blue,
Joey in college doesn't know what to do.

He used to believe he'd find a great job,
Now he finds US changed, and he feels robbed.

Black is the color of the hands that are bound,
Blue is the color of the lips of the drowned.

We're bound by our Uncle, were drowning in debt,
It's gonna get worse, just how bad can it get?

Well, let me tell you, stock up what you need.
On basic necessities, plant gardens from seed!

We've been in a coma, it's time to WAKE UP!
Get yourself coffee, pour a big cup!

The world is changing, it's time to defend
Our basic rights, or folks...

... * it's the END!

I hope that you'll listen, and salvage your fate,
It may already be too little too late...

Listen, my people, you know that its true,
Roses have thorns...

... *and they're Red, White and Blue.


Soul Survivor