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It’s filled with a bloody power,

An enigma to the people,

Dead democracy,

Dead theocracy.



And it’s battle they want to fight,

The dream of a nation; not a plea,

It’s a living nightmare,

It’s not gentle scare.



You watch the talking heads,

And you know what they prize,

And your glad you’re not there,

A spangled banner over your eyes.



Never do they see a sight,

The public hides the cries,

They stand behind their fences,

And fight in all the trenches.



They are ready for a fight,

We hide from the falling sky,

The president’s war is a cure,

And the country’s insecure.



You watch the talking heads,

And you know what they prize,

And your glad you’re not there,

A spangled banner over your eyes.



The corruption can be seen,

The army readies at the base,

The deaths have already begun to toll,

And a flag flies middle on the pole.



You watch the talking heads,

And you know what they prize,

And your glad you’re not there,

A star-spangled banner over your eyes.

A star-spangled banner over your eyes.

A star-spangled banner over your eyes.