Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes

Tangled webs they weave, span from Pine to Ruby Ridge

Back from Shay's defeat on up to Gustafsen

Now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads and commissars and pricks

Drown out this faintest threat of commie faggot heretics and

The nail that sticks up gets hammered down

The master's finest, his finest tools are found

Slack-jawed, placid amidst the cacophony

Of screaming billboards and Disney-fied history

Sometimes the ties that bind are strange

No justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked

"Hampton," "Weaver," or "Anna-Mae"

Where Federal Bureaus and Fraternal Orders

Have cast their shadows

Permanent features built into these borders

But undercover of the, the customary gap we find between

History and Truth, Founding Fathers

Bask in the rocket's blinding red glare

The bombs bursting in air, one nation, indivisible?

But the truth is, the back country learned of ratification

The People had a coffin painted black

And solemnly borne in funeral procession

They buried it deep in the earth as

An emblem of the dissolution

Internment of their Publick Liberty

And someday, somewhere, today's empires

Tomorrow's ashes