[Intro: George W. Bush]
In Nashville, the president tried to keep up the pressure
There's an old saying in Tennessee, I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee, that says, "Fool me once, shame on... shame on you. You fool me— can't get fooled again"
[Verse 1]
What's the matter, all your guns have a cold?
'Cause y'all be lettin' bullets run out like you blowin' your nose
You just a Joe in some clothes, allowin' homes to explode
Family of four hits the floor with their bones on the road
I ain't hatin' on your duty, y'all some soldiers of war
Kids dyin' in the street, don't even know there's a war
You've heard it before, victims hidden by the president
Invadin' countries for some weapons, missin' all the evidence
Imprison the prisoners, listen to parishioners
Look at yourself, takin' orders from your minister
Mind-locked, you's a P.O.W
Ain't a real man if every death doesn't trouble you
George W., you just not learnin'
Brainwashed by the sermon, thought you heard certain
One in a dozen, my cousin didn't have a choice
Wanted to go home, but they didn't let him have a voice
Say it was right, wanted to make him a wife
But the evil, lethal people already takin' his life
So if ya takin' a stand, make sure that you can
And don't ever speak if you're not raisin' your hand
The life he made for his son, savin' his funds
Dreamin' 'bout the doctor, lawyer that one day he'd become
But too busy playin' with guns, they say it was dumb
How you supposed to hide when you got nowhere to run?
It's a shame 'cause Nick would've been a great father
Why bother the same slaughter to praise Allah?
I oughta celebrate my cousin's memory
But who deserves a penalty in a fight without an enemy?
In Nashville, the president tried to keep up the pressure
There's an old saying in Tennessee, I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee, that says, "Fool me once, shame on... shame on you. You fool me— can't get fooled again"
[Verse 1]
What's the matter, all your guns have a cold?
'Cause y'all be lettin' bullets run out like you blowin' your nose
You just a Joe in some clothes, allowin' homes to explode
Family of four hits the floor with their bones on the road
I ain't hatin' on your duty, y'all some soldiers of war
Kids dyin' in the street, don't even know there's a war
You've heard it before, victims hidden by the president
Invadin' countries for some weapons, missin' all the evidence
Imprison the prisoners, listen to parishioners
Look at yourself, takin' orders from your minister
Mind-locked, you's a P.O.W
Ain't a real man if every death doesn't trouble you
George W., you just not learnin'
Brainwashed by the sermon, thought you heard certain
One in a dozen, my cousin didn't have a choice
Wanted to go home, but they didn't let him have a voice
Say it was right, wanted to make him a wife
But the evil, lethal people already takin' his life
So if ya takin' a stand, make sure that you can
And don't ever speak if you're not raisin' your hand
The life he made for his son, savin' his funds
Dreamin' 'bout the doctor, lawyer that one day he'd become
But too busy playin' with guns, they say it was dumb
How you supposed to hide when you got nowhere to run?
It's a shame 'cause Nick would've been a great father
Why bother the same slaughter to praise Allah?
I oughta celebrate my cousin's memory
But who deserves a penalty in a fight without an enemy?
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