Текст песни The Monroe Doctrine

Shot dead.

Stopped
Flames
Lights
Snuffed out

For reasons publicly undefined
Malcolm is on stage tonight
Fred Hampton is in bed doing fine
An unplanned development

At the end of an era
A feast of decline
The poor crawling naked
Outside of god's shrine
Put on your preacher's suit
And paint your face on
We're going profiteering
Sing our little song

I can feel my blood boil
Burning deep inside like oil

At the end of an era
A feast of decline
The poor crawling naked
Outside of god's shrine
Put on your preacher's suit
And paint your face on
We're going profiteering
Sing our little song
The patriots are thirsty
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We want the young fat ones
To soak up the scars
More stats for the frontlines
A financial war
Economist armies
To deal with the poor

Sometimes when you kill a man
He speaks through other mouths
He becomes an army
He arranges a crowd

Score another point for the herd mentality
Praise irrelevant myths
Pervert morality
Forced rituals
Death in perpetuity
Cover up truths
To form your own history

Lining up at your door
We won't wait anymore
To break down the Master's house
They say you can't use his tools
But if a tool's the right one
It's the one I will use

They say
"Let the small people debate
Hum a familiar note
Watch them salivate
Let the small people obey
Hum a familiar note
Frame the debate"