01 - 911

I said good morning to my friends, oh my lord it's 6 am, the day ain't nothing but a sentence payed, you worked so hard and nothing changed. The union crooks, they treat me like a pawn, they said to strike and I lost my job. The folks back east, they said the market's fine, I heard that before 1929. When black tuesday comes it'll be a hit, right out of the air into the pit. There's one out now said the president, world war three will make the bull horns bend. All the old boys said they could make it last, like Vietnam without a draft, we got the best in the biz for the marketing, we'll turn the marlboro man into a marine. The brave youth will come from far and wide, with 9/11 as their battle cry. This american proud tradition, they pulled the switch and cried for vengeance, if your god forgave all of your sin, then why would you make martyrs out of them? For money? Or power? Or glory? Do you even care?