Founding Fathers

(альбом: Modern American Protest Music - 2012)

I am an American man: I work, I vote, I pray
I get up at the crack of dawn every day but Saturday
I used to have a pension, yeah I used to have a plan
My family means the world to me, we just don't mean that much to the man

But I still love this country, even in its darkest days
But I bet our founding fathers are turning over in their graves

Corporations count as people and people don't count much
And Wall Street don't concern themselves with the middle class and such
We bailed 'em out the first time 'cause they're just too damn big to fail
If I'd've been that bad with my old cash, somebody would'a sent my ass to jail

I still love this country, even in its darkest days
But I bet our founding fathers are turning over in their graves

I still love this country, even in its darkest days
But I bet our founding fathers are turning over in their graves

Four years in the army, and then four years back at school
But still I can't find a job, and now I feel just like a fool
Democrats, Republicans; Who's to blame? It's hard to tell
Sometimes I think we'd be better off if they all just went to hell
Oh, let 'em all just go to hell

I still love this country, even in its darkest days
But I bet our founding fathers are turning over in their graves
I bet our founding fathers are turning over in their graves