Born Against

The American Dream the good father wants to paddle it one way democracy its
our gift to the savage the good father the holy saviour rests one hand on a
smaller neighbour and were nowhere close to getting what we need Father knows
best were going to kill you bulldozed with dollar bills paving over the
bloody mash so much light to spread while the gores still fresh we own the
government the crops the land your hearts and minds see the system works the
dead just dont know it yet father knows best were going to own you the good
father stands tall waiting to embrace his smallest child and if you act fast
we promise you wont feel the pain
[ The Good Father Lyrics ]