Minutemen Bot

Wet body
Very diligent

Wait for the news in the history books
Like junkies who hate their heroin

A big empty church

The injustice of our greed
The practice we inherit

If we stop
There is time
To heal the scars we've caused

No meanings from the here and now

Decree not our method
Size up our effort

My head's a tape recorder

What you need is a validation
Go ahead you got my permission

Come on and search
Search deep inside

The people are battlefields
East and West

We're tools for the industry

All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone
Will die for their leaders far from their homes

No more than what they used to be

Hard stinging rain

Hope for hope is really a prayer

Horseshit in the breeze
Smells just like home to me

If we heard mortar shells
We'd cuss more in our songs
And cut down on guitar solos

Falling down the road
Steeper as it goes

The goddamned six o'clock news makes sure I keep thinking of World War III

Should we fight this war
In some far corner of the globe

They keep themselves hidden away
They keep themselves up on the hill
Afraid that they'll have to pay
For all the crimes upon their head

Wake up!
Heart yanked out

Afraid to see that their cause was unjust

My story could be his songs
I'm his soldier child

The ship's creaking
Taking on bullshit

You better listen to me
'Cause I'm gonna tell you, son

Playin' stooge
Eatin' shit

All the papers write about Johnny

We'll talk some reason
We could look at the past