Lyrics » A Song For Robert Ukropec
Opportunity knocks at no ones door
Not accepting the extra ten percent
That we’ve stolen from the innocent
It is reality that we’re given not acceptance of society
Their hypocrisy and their poverty
Poverty stricken peasants
And war hungry Americans feed, off the souls of the innocent
And the purity of the children of insanity
The obscenities that were given, that were given
They do not treasure the life they are given
You, you are falling far from purity of any nation
Poverty stricken peasants
And war hungry Americans feed, off the souls of the innocent
And the purity of the children of insanity
The obscenities that were given, that were given
I, I had a spill, a broken fall, guess what happens next
Leading, leading safety to captivity televising war
The assembly line is the perfect way to corrupt our souls
Poverty stricken peasants
And war hungry Americans feed, off the souls of the innocent
And the purity of the children of insanity
The obscenities that were given, that were given
Poverty stricken peasants
And war hungry Americans feed, off the souls of the innocent
And the purity of the children of insanity
The obscenities that were given, that were given
Welcome to America; plastic country of your hating
Your fake belief in the police and authorities
Set examples of death
Welcome to America; The Land Of The Free
©Kanybl Kaow April 23, 2004 Song #34 A Song For Robert Ukropec © January 22, 2006
Rain: Vocals / Snow: Guitar / Silvermoon: Drums / Vocals / Whitefeather: Bass / Vocals