Black cats showing up out of nowhere
Macbeth on heavy rotation
Hope dies at last and we don't care
A young girl screams death to the nation
A Greek God on the back of a stallion
Coming up on a three-lane highway
Prepare for the death of a billion
Wake up at the end of my day
Wake up at the end of my day
Last stand in a shade of vermilion
Lips sealed and trembling irate
Prepare for the death of a billion
Wake up at the end of my day
Don't cry for the weak and neglected
Go blind in the cage we erected
Stand tall with the rage of a storm now
Kill hope for the age 'cause we know how
Cower in shame
Cower in shame
Come on now
Who gonna weep for the dead?
Cower in shame
Come on now
Who gonna weep for the dead?
Bow down to the American way
Bow down to the American way
Bow down to the American way
Bow down to the American way