World trade center center of the sky Oh looming phallic destiny Running slave ships on the side Did you fall cause chaos came Or are you chaos with another name You tried to build power Out of steel and glass And then got it knocked down On its ass You lured the peple there With your corporate sneer and cheer And the people all went in American dreams got built on fear And now the smoke is all we see crawling corpses over our city The planes are in my hair I cant even make a phone call From up here The smoke is rising And flags are too Propaganda prop your hands up Good and evil goo And the citizens are encouraged to pray But two hands together Never made slaves not slaves And the robot president Blinks three times In between his booze and lines He says were going to win Win what? Hypocrites are bloody in their guts Now all five boroughs are watching Dust and dying floating up From the bottom of manhattan It's my generation growing up