Lyrics Stolen - Micah McCaw

We stole
Everything we own
And we want to steal
Everything we don't
I've locked up the keep
And now I'm drunk on sleep
This pyramid scheme
We call the American dream

Sins of the fathers
Hungry for slaughter
Are you dreaming well?
Is it a comfortable cell?

Chains on feet
Scrounging to eat
Fighting for air
While no one knows you're there
But I need a house
With five bedrooms at least
Money's my spouse
Your problems are my feast

Sins of the fathers
Hungry for slaughter
Are you dreaming well?
Is it a comfortable cell?

Maybe I could learn
And maybe we could yearn
For something more
Than a lovely urn
And maybe we could see
More possibilities
Where people actually live free
And maybe I could see that
Jesus wasn't white like me