American Day

Up on a mountain And down by the river Where the blood runs thick And the tears run thicker A poor dear boy has just passed away From another American Day Up on a hill And down by the garden A guardian sweet angel has fallen What can we do 'bout this state of distress? They always said Mother knows best They always say Mother knows best And we cry and we cry As the richest survive Our uniquely American Plague As the voices get louder the guns shroud the chatter And drowns our hope once again What will you do when your boy is shot In the back of the shoulders and out through the heart Would you blame the locks on your stupid doors You look dumber than a stupid horse You look dumber than a stupid horse What will you do when I knock your door With a rifle in hand It's my God given chore To break you down And whither you away For a new American Way It's just an American Day