Suburban Plight - Days Of The Dingo lyrics

Smoke and mirrors, smoking guns

Predicated off of the fears we love

Wave the flags, raise the guns

Bathing in the oceans of blood

Of our daughters

Of our sons

Feed the hunger, feed the greed

Stolen from the mouths of poverty

They'll sell it to you, they'll sell it to me

We the people can no longer see

What is truth

Or fantasy

Where we are

Or who we'll be

They've blindfolded our common sense

Pushed into line led by the farmer's prize swine

These are the days of the dingo

The packs at our heels again

The treachery our history

So now you fuck me once again

Your colors blend and bleed to red

Smoke and mirrors, smoking guns

Predicated off of the fears we love

Raise your voices, take a stand

Its about drawing a line in the sand!