Well, religion of the dollar has bought the town
And the high priest, greed has his plenty
Few feed on the fodder that he drops to the ground
While half the world is hungry
His bishops and he tally up their shares
The rich, they love to get richer
You can feel that they're strung just as tight as a drum
Watching all that may come, touch never leaving trigger
They defend what is theirs from so much as a stare
And you know that dare, healthy pockets do grow bigger
These are the last days of America...
These are the last days (fire, fire!)
Oh, we sit and watch in horror at the sights and the sounds
Of their never-ending need to accumulate
Money and power breed to devil sons
Brothers called envy and hate
They were born on the outskirts
Of this glittering city
They've only seen it by flickering light
Envy wants a piece
And hate no possiblity
Both have been blinded by sleight
Well, yes, you're right, there's a war
And blood on both the hands
Of enemies disdain and desire
Don't hold your breath, we are the wind of change
Now the status quo cannot remain the same
I don't need no sticks, I don't need no stones
Just a feat, two lungs and a microphone
These are the last days of America...
These are the last days (fire, fire!)
This is the time for a new America
Get hit by my lyrical malaria
This is the time for a new America
Get to my lyrical hip hysteria
These are the last days of America...
These are the last days (fire, fire!)