Bigger Cages， Longer Chains! - The Famine

The swine are circling and they've tasted blood
Poster children for manifest destiny
And they have become a farm team of rednecks
With cable TV and nothing better to do
Rows of teeth waiting patiently to take the place
Of the newly lost
The sound of the footsteps outside
Are loudest at this time of night
They have strength in their numbers
And God on their side
Waving guns in the air using pride as a guise
Paralyzed masses with fear in their eyes
Overreaching overreacting now the spirit of the times
Fair weather captains directing these ships of fools
If their hands do touch blood
I am innocent they were innocent I am innocent
The sound of the footsteps outside
Are loudest at this time of night
They have strength in their numbers
And God on their side
Waving guns in the air using pride as a guise
It takes more than a minute to make you a man
Arming corn fed confederates
Is that what we call a plan
Pilate standing with one foot in his own grave
Our hands are as filthy as they have ever been