The Great American Going Out Of Business Sale Lyrics - Midwestern Songs Of The Americas - Dillinger Four

We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't konw 

If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show 

Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties 

A history that's really not your own 

Is freedom just a privelege of hatred guaranteed 

is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees 

Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't wan to see? 

Seven guns for degradation 

Three cheers for cruel tradition 

Red, white and black eyes forever 

Somewhere South of respect tonight 

This tension's wrapped up nice and tight 

The static's felt but never makes a sound 

A man finds nothing left to eat 

Another sells his body for a place to sleep 

As Klansmen flood a conference hall downtown 

This t.v. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes 

This job is your achievement, this Bible is your pride 

Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide 

Seven guns for degradation 

Three cheers for cruel tradition 

Red, white and black eyes forever 

I think of a story my father told me about a fella he know in 

The Army 

The Pentagon traded him checks for both his legs 

"Fuck the States" was the last that Father heard he had said 

Still it's said that this war was won 

Well I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son 

I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks 

I have a mouth that speaks and God damn it will 

Because I've had enough of all this shir about "making do" 

"Playing ball" " the way things are" and "dealing with it" 

Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is 

I'm not into making excuses 

And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless.