National Song

You know how to shout, pray, and wave your pitchforks

You know how to barricade your classroom doors

You know your Lord and how he's awaited

You know this revolt of yours will never get old or antiquated

You know the words to your national song

You know the melody, and you ride it along

You know you don't feel, feel it at all

You know the drill, drilled to belong

You know your opinion and you know how to sell it

You know all your life, you've been livin' on credit

But you don't know the value of the cards you've been dealt

You know the words to your national song

You know the melody, and you ride it along

You know you don't feel, feel it at all

You know the drill, drilled to belong

You know the words

You know the melody

You know the drill

Drilled to belong