Maybe God's at the river playing with jacks When you're up in the sky and you don't come back There's a hole in the ciy A hole in the land Fear in the eyes of the golden children Stand and deliver You claim you're a prophet, call us a sin Then you send in the jackals and the hyena men You murder with money Burried in lies Deaf to the hungry babies cries You're only a killer You woke up a Giant, see how she waves In the land of the free and the home of the brave There's flag on the buildings Flags in the air Flags on the graves of the bright young soldiers We will remember September
