Store-bought attitude and spit
A sugar-coated piece of shit
An instant rebel, just add greed
Another useless commodity
Broken glass and a broken jaw
Lies are told in a southen drawl
Poor-house poverty's your schtick
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
Blood and fire used to fill the night
Burnt and drowned by our very lives
You missed a sinking boat by years
Dollar signs, crocodile tears
It's over now and long has been
Those days are gone won't come again
Another name crossed off the list
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
There's nothing for you to fight against
You're so unreal it's evident
You'll never be one of our kind
This ain't yours, fuck you don't try
This bridge was burnt before you could cross
You reap the benefits of what's lost
Go home son, hang your costume up
A goddamn insult to the rest of us
A thousand-yard stare across the south
A full belly and a lying mouth
Momma's boy plays heretic
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
There's nothing for you to fight against
You're so unreal it's evident
You'll never be one of our kind
This ain't yours, fuck you don't try
Fuck you, don't even try
Fuck you, your time is nigh
Fuck you, I've had enough
Fuck you, your time is up
compositores: DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, CHRIS ADLER, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
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