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 just what we see.
Empire
We've reached the golden shore
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, found a half-eaten core.
Empire
Burning in the sand.
Empire
Down to the last man.
