Countin' Cards from Countin' Cards by Escape from the ZOO

Another dead another shot in the street
Another viral video we type out our condolences
And then another cop gives a speech they try to justify a killer at a podium
And somehow still the benighted can't see
The blatant hate and racism pervading this society
And worse still are the ones who could help but choose not to
May as well cut holes in their sheets
The ones to be weary of are the ones who don't want things to change
Because they're comfy this way
They can fire on a protest and somehow not end up in a grave
They'll just turn themselves in the next day
And enjoy the privilege of due process
But for many shit just don't work that way
The decks are stacked and the house always wins
When the dealer's fuckin' crooked as a dog's hind leg
Well we've been countin' cards we're fuckin' fed up
Shit's gone too far
We've turned our backs on this too many times
Cuz shit's not real unless it's happening to
Uuuuuuuus
It's a process we're never gonna process
Battling the bitter bodies of this nonsense til we've exhausted all we've got
But I'll never stray
However many times dismay
Leads me up into a numbing state
Still we can't stomach the world affray
Well, I guess our home is going up in flames
It's pretty likely we're approaching the end of days, bud
That doesn't mean we have no fight left
And when you fight
Know there's value in your time spent
Burning bigots
Saving saints
Raising bad kids
To guide the strays
Away from the hateful ways of
These despotic "leaders" of the states
Ah's
Burn THE bigots
Save the saints
Raise the bad kids
Guide the strays
We've turned our backs on this too many times
Shit's not real unless it's happening to us

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