American party

“Raise your glasses, sinners…

Praise your saints, polish your sights…

Welcome to the land of God, guns… and a grave with your name already carved.”

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This is red-white-bloodstains, back-alley pledges,

Where Sunday sermons come with hollow-point edges,

Politicians smile with the teeth of a snake,

While the streets teach you faster than your mama ever prayed.

We’re the chaos choir, load the mag in the hymn,

Every verse a body drop, every chorus is sin,

Bibles in the glove box, whiskey in the veins,

Every flag got holes, but we still wave in the flames.

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“Ohhh, hallelujah, baby, pass the shells…

We’re all saved if we’re shooting, right?”

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🎵 We’re saints with sights,

God Killers in the moonlight,

Bang-bang ’til the angels cry,

This is how America dies!

Load the cross, kiss the steel,

Make the broken kingdom kneel,

From the alleys to the sky,

This is how America dies! 🎵

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We pray in bar fights, kneel in the gutter,

Every vow to God’s just another empty mutter,

Neon in the chapel, saints snort lines,

While the God Killer’s grinning, ticking off the signs.

Preachers in gold chains, drowning in desire,

Choirs hit the high note while the block’s on fire,

You pledge allegiance, but they’re bleeding you dry,

And the anthem’s just a countdown to your alibi.

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Bulletproof blessings, dollar-store faith,

We baptize in bourbon, we confess with a blade,

Mama said pray, Daddy said shoot,

Now I’m loading up both, just to tell the truth.

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“Go on, sweetheart… pull the trigger for freedom.

You’re not really American until you’ve sinned with a smile.”

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🎵 We’re saints with sights,

God Killers in the moonlight,

Bang-bang ’til the angels cry,

This is how America dies!

Load the cross, kiss the steel,

Make the broken kingdom kneel,

From the alleys to the sky,

This is how America dies! 🎵

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“…Blessed be the barrel.”