Here come the 757's

If you don't ask why then you deserve to die
Just like the millions that are ground under foot
By the powers-that-be and their policies
And a society that lets their bosses do as they please

And never asks "why?" even as the death tolls rise
Until some 757's start to fall from the sky
And some more innocent die and STILL we don't ask "why?"
Instead we fall in line and we drink up the Kool-Aid

If they shot Kennedy just imagine what they'll do to you or me
But you STILL believe

So burn then coward, but don't you dare pray
Burn then, for what's been done in your name
So fucking burn then, you had your chance: now it's time to die
Burn then You drank the Kool-Aid, fool, so die

If you don't ask why then you deserve to die;
(BTW) that little sticker of a flag on your car means nothing
For the terror you've allowed in your name,
When the planes fall again, your prayers will mean nothing

If they shot Kennedy, imagine what they'll do to you and me
But you still believe all their lies, HA!
That sticker of a flag on your car means nothing
When the sky falls again, your prayers will mean nothing

So burn then coward, but don't you dare pray
Burn then, for what's been done in your name
So fucking burn then You had your chance, now it's time to die
Burn then You drank the Kool-Aid, fool, so die

Die then, sucker, but don't you pray
Die then, fool, and burn for your shame
So fucking burn then You had your chance, now it's time to die
Burn then You drank the Kool-Aid, fool, so die

Drink up Die

The hour's late and we're so far astray
But we refuse to see that the end of the party is near
And all that hatred and rage we've made
Is coming at us just like a jet plane