This is a war we start for fun.
but this war can’t be won by guns.
Liquor in the glass and a hit on the tongue,
Look at all the ammunition we brung.
We got words and deeds and plenty of weed;
so let’s take a trip and see what we see.
Empire, we’ve reached the golden shores.
Empire, I don’t have the words.
It’s different, the way you look through me,
distant, like a sailor off at sea.
Pushed around, spit upon and despised,
looking for truth in a field of lies.
We bought a revolution from the factory floor;
opened up the box to find a half-eaten core.
Empire, burning in the sand.
Empire, down to the last man.