Lyrics Make the Poor Fight with the Poor - Caskey

I banged my head against the wall for way too long
Pray the righteous finally come and take you home
Wait, they'll burn you at the stake, call you a heretic
Cuz killing you for fun is so American

Make the east fight with the west and they won't look north to the sky
Population crowd control let them cosign our demise
Premature I came of age unsure who was friend or foe
Cuz before they send you to the grave they make you dig the hole
Make the poor fight with the poor Just don't walk up on the stairs
Satellites fell out the sky but there was no one left to care
Make the poor fight with the poor Just protect the billionaires
Because when all this goes to hell
They gone need their cut of the share

I banged my head against the wall for way too long
Pray the righteous finally come and take you home
Wait, they'll burn you at the stake, call you a heretic
Cuz killing you for fun is so American

Your silence was a truly bold confession
Wipe my hands with tainted compromise
Your silence was a truly bold confession
As I watched the blood fill up their eyes
Your silence was a truly bold confession
You sure were no angel in disguise
Your silence was a truly bold confession
You said a prayer then brought on the end of times
We don't believe the lies

I banged my head against the wall for way too long
Pray the righteous finally come and take you home
Wait, they'll burn you at the stake, call you a heretic
Cuz killing you for fun is so American