The Criminals - Anti-Flag

The game we play is life and death

Your worth measured in dollars and in cents

There ain’t no lifeline coming (coming)

Unless you pay the price (the price)

Your hope, freedom, your sanity (sanity)

A product, not a right

These are the days that test your heart and soul

Strap yourself in for the American fall

Day after day it is all crash and burn

A nation hijacked by the criminals

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah

Your neighbor is your enemy

Your real friends are on the TV

They’re selling lies and self-loathing

Nothing no one should pay to be

The cost of healthcare, cost of guns

The cost of knowledge, cost of love

When prison is an industry

Somebody’s getting locked away

Uninvited to the party

They’re cold, afraid, and starving

There’s gotta be more

To the millions who are marching

Than a separation of just a few degrees

Between evil, famine, and the disease

These are the days that test your heart and soul

Strap yourself in for the American fall

Day after day it is all crash and burn

A nation hijacked by the criminals

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Reject the criminality

That monetizes our humanity

Construct a new reality

Where you’re not just a number, you’re a name

We’ll never have our dignity

Till all you fascists are six feet deep