Welcome to the big show
The twisting of tendons
The pulling of strings
And I look down in my right hand
Im gripping tightly the end of my leash
And I look down in my left
A small scrap of paper with something I can't read
But when I look a little closer
“Now you're the dust” is all I can see
Those of us with gods
Would you mind asking
Where the hell they have been
Oh I don't know what's at the end of this
Most give all they have to give
And that's no way to live
Oh my sister has the face of my father
And his Purple Heart
Yes I love my dad
But we have our differences like his love for the flag
You pick the size of your shackles
This illusion of choice
Telling you that you're free
And oh, I wish you'd see
How you were hung out to dry
By your country
Oh I know you've got your gods
Would you mind asking
Where the hell they have been
Oh I don't know what's at the end of this
You gave all you had to give
That's no way to live
For those right with god
I've lost touch
Would you mind asking
Where the hell he has been
Oh I don't know what at the end of this
Most give all they have to give
That's no way to live
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