Store-bought attitude and spit,
A sugar-coated piece of s**t.
An instant rebel, just add greed.
Another useless
commodity.
Broken glass and a broken jaw.
Lies are told in a southern drawl.
Poor-house poverty's your schtick.
The real thing
would kill you quick.
Rise, again we will rise.
Rise, again we will rise.
Blood and fire used to fill the night,
Burnt
and drowned by our very lives.
You missed a sinking boat by years,
Dollar signs, crocodile tears.
It's over now and long has
been,
Those days are gone won't come again.
Another name crossed off the list.
The real thing would kill you quick.
Rise,
again we will rise.
Rise, again we will rise.
There's nothing for you to fight against,
You're so unreal it's
evident.
You'll never be one of our kind,
This ain't yours, f**k you, don't try.
(This ain't yours, f**k you, don't try)
[5x]
This bridge was burnt before you could cross,
You reap the benefits of what's lost.
Go home son, hang your costume
up,
A g*****n insult to the rest of us.
A thousand-yard stare across the south,
A fully belly and a lying mouth.
Mamma's boy
plays heretic.
The real thing would kill you quick.
Rise, again we will rise.
Rise, again we will rise.
[x2]
f**k
you, don't even try.
f**k you, your time is nigh.
f**k you, I've had enough.
f**k you, your time is up.