Текст песни Built on Crime - Dead Like Juliet

Here comes the shot
As the bluecoat decides to attack
Fresh blood
Seven bullets he took
Because he was black
He is dead
And you let this happen?
Here comes the shot
As her son holds the gun to her head
Fresh blood
A loving mother they said
But now she is dead
She is dead
This bullet did not make a difference

When reason fails, force prevails

Fire
To protect the family
Fire
Fucking proud of my country
Death
What a brave man you are,
Now look at the blood on your hands

Money flows were panic grows
No one is guilty
Let god judge and you'll be fine
This land is built on crime

Fire
To protect the innocent
Fire
To honour the flag
Death
What a brave man you are,
Now look at the blood on your hands

Money flows were panic grows
No one is guilty
Let god judge and you'll be fine

Their faces won't fade
Nor will their names
Waves of sorrow and pain
Refuse to abate
The shame will remain

Here comes the shot
As he points the gun at the crowd
Fresh blood
Thousands have died and death lies ahead
Wake up