Sons Of Privilege

(albüm: Old Crows / Young Cardinals - 2009)

America blearing 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 a slave to the sons of privilege
Don't wanna
I don't wanna
Be a slave to the sons of privilege

Sweet lady liberty
You are lost, though you are free
And what hides beneath
Can't tell the wolves from the sheep

America, grin and bare the resentment of the world
With all your ugliness and self-worth
Desperate to grease the gears of the hideous machine
The swine, they writhe and praise the infallible regime
Don't wanna
I don't wanna
Be a slave to the sons of privilege
Don't wanna
I don't wanna
Be a slave to the sons of privilege

Sweet lady liberty
You are lost, though you are free
And what hides beneath
Can't tell the wolves from the sheep

Lost though you are free
In America
It's time to justify your pride

Sweet lady liberty
You are lost, though you are free
And what hides beneath
Can't tell the wolves from the sheep