Post-American Lyrics – Greys

At one point standing in a line holding a sign was enough
Now all that rebellion’s fine, they’ve all called our bluff
But it’s alright!
Just let the children fight

In days of old our folks knew what it took to cause a scene
Guerilla factions are in fashion
So what does all this mean?
Institutionalize pariahs to use us as their alibis

Like Gull in his Masonic quest to separate the what
From the why! Yeah!
We’ve all been tranquilized
Left to our own device

They’ll make us all play nice
And if they pay us no mind
Can it still be called a fight?
Thеy’ve got us right where thеy want us

We know they hear us but they don’t fear us
Let’s use our sticks and stones
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Greys Lyrics – Post-American

Greys

Post-American