Untitled Song
• Written by TheAmericant
Why is it the good die young?
Why is it, the innocent are hung?
Why is it, the good die young?
Why is it, there has to be sad songs sung,
every night in my bed i have thoughts in my head
preparing for all of the awfulness ahead,
all of the men who have bled over bread dead
politicians spread how they will help except
it implements the wrong thoughts because its a lie,
they let people die and just have fun n' shit
yes this is aimed at you, fucking goverment
america is falling apart, and your responsibilities?
you run from them,
all the people dying standing up for rights
if i hear about another fight or a riot
i will punch my TV and start fighting
against everything these liars utter
kids losing their fathers brothers mothers
covered with pain in their cranium
the people of USA, its like they are hating them,
picked away like geraniums
Why is it the good die young?
Why is it, the innocent are hung?
Why is it, the good die young?
Why is it, there has to be sad songs sung,
on the surface we think they're perfect,
but what goes on behind the curtains?
do they think we're worthless, pain is what
we are always deserving,
it leaves me wordless its me versus
the surplus of politicions praised with no purpose,
picking a pack of people without path
and leaving em up at a minimum cash
they provide no service they look at us like servants
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TheAmericant
Member since July 24 2014