Famine

[Verse 1]
This is the America of fable
The land of Cain & Abel
Where you’re stuck with the check
But still no seat at the table
And this is as American as fences & walls
As American as, ”do the crime, let someone else take the fall”

[Verse 2]
It’s as American as taking from your neighbor
Pledged to the flag of stolen land, stolen labor
This is as American as turning the screw
As American as, “Do as I say, not as I do”

[Bridge]
When head hits wall, and I feel like I’m not getting through
I remind myself that these words
These words are American, too

[Outro]
I’m not staring at my feet
I’ll look you right in the eye
My heart is not a closed fist, it’s an open sky

[Outro]
I’m not staring at my feet
I’ll look you right in the eye
My heart is not a closed fist, it’s an open sky