I, Stateside

Lyrics

If I apologize for the swift and sudden rise In the recurring themes of love and God and war Will you make amends for the way we all pretend These aren't the things we think about When we can't think about our jobs anymore? I'm so sick of this fate, I felt compelled to create I left it for you, waiting in the nylon space of record crates To ease the pain from the soft features of your face So you can put your windows down and Impose your musical tastes upon this immense landscape I think I'm starting to relate to these troubled states God, please save these troubled states And I can't set aside all the condescending lies They're making us believe about state and faith and law Paint every dark-skinned man a criminal and Every White Christian forgivable We're choosing sides, a soldier's life In the new culture war I'm so sick of this fate, I felt compelled to create I left it for you, draped in a jewel case outside your place For heaven's sake, if the long knives of the night keep you awake I think we share the collective fate of these troubled states God, please save these troubled states So we're all going to hell, but with one hell of a plan Presented in folded flags, embedded in foreign sand Written upon the dead skin of a dried-up land it began: "We'll fix the fat and the ugly with incisions We'll stash the gay and liberal up in New England We'll keep the black and poor either in or Under the constant threat of prison And they'll all feel blessed just for being a part of the vision"