From Capital Hill they rule for The People
Age wearied eyes from a blood wearied steeple
protecting Our kind, from all of the Rest
from 'rag heads' in the East, 'niggers' in the West
From Rio Grande to Lake Eerie, the eagle knows its nest
The American Dream is Male, White, and Strait
it's their ideology or Guantamo's gates
Brother, I love you, but you are the other.
When you're running an Empire there's no time for hospitality
third world 'investment' is the new police brutality
blinded by Democracy we fail to realize
that when we kill the other it's a person that dies.