In a World of Hatred
In the Land of the Free
The truth we hear varies
Between the channels on tv
We take their words as gospel and
Take opposing sides
Without all the facts to back it up
In these changing times
Sometimes I feel were just
Biding time
Pacing back and forth these
Blurred little lines
When the rich wage war
Its the poor who die
Cuz they've all got an
An axe to grind
I remember my dad reading the paper while
Drinking his morning coffee
Reading out the headlines
Explaining the world to me
How can the truth be so close yet
So far away
Just remember what you're reporters say
All the worlds a stage
Sometimes I feel were just
Biding time
Pacing back and forth these
Blurred little lines
When the rich wage war
Its the poor who die
Cuz they've all got an
An axe to grind
Division in this united land
Political affiliation with your brand
I hate you and you hate me
Cuz of all the garbage spewed on the tv
Division in this united land
Political affiliation with your band
I hate you and you hate me
Cuz of all the garbage spewed on the tv
All the garbage spewed on the tv