The Sins of our Forefathers

 

There’s too many people on my street

Feel the dirt and grime beneath my feet

The air is getting thinner every day

There’s no hope or chance to get away

 

Poison all the water

Set fire to skies

Decimate the oceans

And never stop to wonder why

 

Count the cost of what’s been lost

The sins of our forefathers

Have returned, and now we’ll pay the price

Gather round this tattered ground

The sins of our forefathers

Too late now to turn the tide around

 

Chipping away, chipping away

Chipping away at the World

                                                                 

Fucking it up, fucking it up, fucking it up

We’re always..

We’re always..

Fucking it up, fucking it up, fucking it up

 

Count the cost of what’s been lost

The sins of our forefathers

Have returned, and now we’ll pay the price

Gather round this tattered ground

The sins of our forefathers

Too late now to turn the tide around

 

Fucking it up, fucking it up, fucking it up

Fuck!

 

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