Our Time Honored Tradition Of Cannabalism Lyrics
into a sharp wit with a stupid slag
we've gone and dug our own hole cause everybody knows
we eat our own so busy fighting each other while the real bastards fun for cover
we shoot our own leaders down before those in power get the chance
so they sit back and laugh while we destroy ourselves
wakeup and shut up we've become our worst enemy
turning inward to our own detriment
forgetting the message we were to end
we've lost count up victims roll call
they're all our own look back at what we've done
drove out the wrong side kicked sand in our own eyes
with every heroes welcome is another group on the side
ready to fire if they step out of line
just one mistake
and jealous hands claw away hope for a better way you bought it forget it goodbye
so saints be on your does and heroes be not proud
because as soon as the people rise someone will tear you down wake up and shut up we've become our worst enemy
Boy Sets Fire Our Time Honored Tradition Of Cannabalism
