Sons Of Privilege

LETRA

Sons Of Privilege

America, blaring in my ears all day.
America, I don't see the glory of your ways.
The oldest money flows through a bloodline,
we'll see if your empire stands the test of time.

(Don't wanna, I don't wanna)
be slave to the sons of privilege.
(Don't wanna, I don't wanna)
be slave to the sons of privilege.

Sweet lady liberty, you are the lost though you are free,
and what hides beneath;
can't tell the wolves from the sheep.
x 2

America, grin and bear the resentment of the world
with all your ugliness and arrogant self-worth.
Desperate to grease the gears of the hideous machine,
the swine, they writhe and embrace the infallible regime.

(Don't wanna, I don't wanna)
be slave to the sons of privilege.
(Don't wanna, I don't wanna)
be slave to the sons of privilege.

Sweet lady liberty, you are the lost though you are free,
and what hides beneath;
can't tell the wolves from the sheep.
x 2

Lost though you are free (in America) x 4
It's time to justify your pride (in America) x 4
It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time

Sweet lady liberty, you are the lost though you are free,
and what hides beneath;
can't tell the wolves from the sheep.
x 2