[Verse 1]
Peace and love America, for you I have hysteria
My bruises colored wisteria, fresh wounds in visible areas
Masochist in nature, pacifist on paper, assalamualaikum
A Mule and forty acres is what they promised for our labour
Grand be the land of Coca-Cola and remote controllers
Teaching ad to ad a plan via psychomotor boners
Tanning from the beams of dozens of crimes between the lines
Coming to ban and muzzle those who team to pan the span of lies
One day you say too much and oh boy it's just your luck
You hear a pop

This man had worked for his country, it got to his head
His workplace exposed him to hazardous lead
But I wanna die in the scene of my family and peers
So if I die right here then I'll leave them in tears
Please mister please, will you please understand
Gretchen my youngest and Peter's the man
Owen's my brother and Kate is my wife
Poor uncle Charlie's lost eye from a knife
I can't forget my momma and my old man my pops

[Verse 2]
Give a shit back on it, touching gloves after corners
Bunch of love from the foreigners bringing hugs across the border
And as soon as I hear the bell we getting silly
The fight was plain sight not running around equipped in ghillie
It's funny momma taught no altercation, now I do it for compensation
Paid vacation all account of my banking, pugnacious
Concentrated on that real paper chasing
Kind that spit in your gourmet dish, even from your favorite waitress
And girl while you looking up all these scenes
Lets get you a pair of jeans, apart of the western dream
Like them red flare lilies we love the heat
Like bears to sheep you better flee
No sucking teeth don't stare at me
Commonly known as common sense and
Having to call to dead men ain't right for future tense man
After the match is over they look for the hand to hold
Rather it's up or down they still finna call you home