Revolution X

Bush said no child would be left behind
And yet kids from inner-city schools
Work on Central Avenue
Jingling cans that read
Please sir, may I have some more?
They hand out diplomas like toilet paper
And lower school standards
Because
Underpaid, unrespected teachers
Are afraid of losing their jobs
Funded by the standardised tests
That shows our competency
When I’m in detox.

This is the Land of the Free …
Where the statute of limitations for rape is only five damn years!
And immigrants can’t run for President.
Where Muslims are hunted because
Some suicidal men decided they didn’t like
Our arrogant bid for modern imperialism.

This is the Land of the Free …
You drive by a car whose
Bumper screams
God bless America!
Well, you can scratch out the B
And make it Godless
Because God left this country a long time ago.

The founding fathers made this nation
On a dream and now
Freedom of Speech
Lets Nazis burn crosses, but
Calls police to
Gay pride parades.

We somehow
Can afford war with Iraq
But we can’t afford to pay the teachers
Who educate the young who hold the guns
Against the „Axis of Evil”

Land of the Free …
This is the land
If you’re politically assertive
They call you a traitor and
Damn you to ostracism.

Say good-bye to Johnny Walker Lindh
And his family.
Bye Bye.
American Pie.

So maybe
My ideas about this nation
Don’t resolve around perfection
But at least I know
Education is more important
Than money.

Land of the Free …
If this was utopia
We’d have to see each other naked
Before we got married
But instead, we see each other naked all the time
Because the government has my social security number
And the name of my dog!

And then we make babies,
But don’t worry, they won’t be left behind
And they grow up saying
God bless America!

But they don’t know who Bush is
Because they never learned the Presidents.
And they will ride the ship Amistad
To our dreamland shores
Bearing the same shackles as us.
I’m here to say that
Generation X
Is pissed and we are taking over,
Ripping down the American illusion of perfection

We are the future generation
I have my qualifications
I know it looks like Angel Soft paper,
But don’t worry
It’s a diploma
Do I look qualified?

You can take our toilet paper,
But you can’t take our Revolution.

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Tagged as: lost+found | Author: Martin Leyrer
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