One nation under the gun   Where forward thinking is shunned   A morbid tradition   Of archaic value systems   Where violence justified   Is just another pride   Under the surface lies   A holy plastic empire   With guarded golden fences   Where misfortune   Shelters decisions   A pain wrought from blood flowing green   The myth of protection   Is a sick fascination   A culture of violence is what you are feeding   Fear is an heirloom   And hate is contagious   A nation of sadists is what you are breeding   It's everywhere   It's everywhere that you see   But who decides   If you watch or turn the other cheek   And only in your mind   Is it your given right to be armed to the teeth   It's a common disease   The only immunity is to disarm   This holy plastic empire disease