CEO Preachers from ์ด์ฐ: This Mountain by ์ด์ฐ / Seth Martin
Tracklist
| 8. | CEO Preachers | 5:33 |
Lyrics
God damn all your speeches, your brave and your free.
To hell with your preachers that poison the seas.
To hell with your dependence on oil and death.
God damn your insistence the poor pay your debts.
A curse on your churches for selling the world,
And blessing her killers with war-flags unfurled.
Your CEO preachers, your government choirs,
God's money for missiles,
Red carpets for liars.
God damn you, America, I give and I give.
Now I'm building go your walls so my children can live.
Your statue still welcomes the poor and the sick.
While refugee shorelines wash up dead little kids.
Whose problems are these? Well, somebody else's.
But we'll send troops and drones
To clean up the messes.
While your bobble-head racists, they rake in the ratings.
Don't know what's up next
But I'm tired of waiting.
Well, waiting and watching
Our futures unravel.
While the straw-boss turned sheriff
Sits high in his saddle
And bellows, Remember
That freedom ain't free!
And all us cotton pickers
We sigh quietly.
We don't need a sermon
On freedom from slavers.
Yeah the cat's in the cradle
And she offers no favors.
Yeah the cat's in the cradle
And no righteous behavior
Will count for a thing
'Til it's out of the swing.
God damn all your speeches, your brave and your free.
To hell with your preachers that poison the seas.
To hell with your dependence on oil and death.
God damn your insistence the poor pay your debts.
A curse on your churches for selling the world,
And blessing her killers with war-flags unfurled.
Yeah we don't need a sermon
On freedom from slavers.
Yeah the cat's in the cradle
And she offers no favors.
Yeah the cat's in the cradle
And no righteous behavior
Will count for a thing
'Til it's out of the swing.
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EXTRA VERSES
As these borders keep rising
With your stocks and your savings
Don't know what comes next
But I'm tired of waiting
For a nation of warlords
and immigrant kings
To remember the songs
That all caged birds must sing.







