[00:00.000] 作词 : Peter Helmis
[00:00.173] 作曲 : Colin Mahony/Peter Helmis/Nick Tazza/Joe Reinhart
[00:00.347]I know this town like the back of my hand
[00:06.031]I know how to get lost, 'cause that's where I am
[00:11.617]Far from the picture that's been painted
[00:17.250]Even in a good light, it's a shallow interpretation
[00:22.831]It takes a gaslit nation to stand behind the crimes
[00:29.815]Coming out of our paycheck and meanwhile
[00:34.114]Wonder when your dreams will make it out of bed
[00:39.682]It seems so hard to make the small things happen
[00:45.115]I can sympathize with a suicide
[00:51.033]You know we're living through a functioning crisis
[00:56.782]Self-destruction lights a fire, but my hands are megaphones
[01:03.165]Pointed at the sky, 'cause spite burns brighter
[01:30.047]Don't matter your social status or where you came from
[01:35.565]We're all living under someone else' thumb
[01:41.098]Compartmentalizing our freedom as means of production
[01:47.665]Hostages for someone else' profits
[01:52.149]Never trust a president
[01:54.215]Never trust a nation
[01:56.999]Don't take your teacher's word for it
[01:59.781]Do your own education
[02:03.166]History is a record and it's never an accident
[02:07.966]When you find out what no one ever told you
[02:12.866]It will unfold into the truth
[02:18.433]It will unfold
[02:26.260]It will unfold into the truth
[02:37.445]It will unfold
[02:50.193]I hate the U.S.A.
[02:55.229]In particular, on performative holidays
[03:00.894]It's time to pay up and quit praying to the flag
[03:05.977]And calling it values, my hands are megaphones
[03:11.344]How are we still drowning in overflowing wealth?
[03:16.660]Pitting one and all against everybody else
[03:22.528]My hands are megaphones pointed at the sky
[03:27.878]My hands are megaphones

作词 : Peter Helmis
作曲 : Colin Mahony/Peter Helmis/Nick Tazza/Joe Reinhart
I know this town like the back of my hand
I know how to get lost, 'cause that's where I am
Far from the picture that's been painted
Even in a good light, it's a shallow interpretation
It takes a gaslit nation to stand behind the crimes
Coming out of our paycheck and meanwhile
Wonder when your dreams will make it out of bed
It seems so hard to make the small things happen
I can sympathize with a suicide
You know we're living through a functioning crisis
Self-destruction lights a fire, but my hands are megaphones
Pointed at the sky, 'cause spite burns brighter
Don't matter your social status or where you came from
We're all living under someone else' thumb
Compartmentalizing our freedom as means of production
Hostages for someone else' profits
Never trust a president
Never trust a nation
Don't take your teacher's word for it
Do your own education
History is a record and it's never an accident
When you find out what no one ever told you
It will unfold into the truth
It will unfold
It will unfold into the truth
It will unfold
I hate the U.S.A.
In particular, on performative holidays
It's time to pay up and quit praying to the flag
And calling it values, my hands are megaphones
How are we still drowning in overflowing wealth?
Pitting one and all against everybody else
My hands are megaphones pointed at the sky
My hands are megaphones