Lamb Of God

Rise
Store-bought attitude and spit
A sugar-coated piece of shit
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, ***, don't try
Ain't yours, don't try