I, Stateside - Crime In Stereo

If I apologize for the swift and sudden rise

In the recurring themes of love and God and war

Will you make amends for the way we all pretend

These aren’t the things we think about

When we can’t think about our jobs anymore?

I’m so sick of this fate, I felt compelled to create

I left it for you, waiting in the nylon space of record crates

To ease the pain from the soft features of your face

So you can put your windows down and

Impose your musical tastes upon this immense landscape

I think I’m starting to relate to these troubled states

God, please save these troubled states

And I can’t set aside all the condescending lies

They’re making us believe about state and faith and law

Paint every dark-skinned man a criminal and

Every White Christian forgivable

We’re choosing sides, a soldier’s life

In the new culture war

I’m so sick of this fate, I felt compelled to create

I left it for you, draped in a jewel case outside your place

For heaven’s sake, if the long knives of the night keep you awake

I think we share the collective fate of these troubled states

God, please save these troubled states

So we’re all going to hell, but with one hell of a plan

Presented in folded flags, embedded in foreign sand

Written upon the dead skin of a dried-up land it began:

«We'll fix the fat and the ugly with incisions

We’ll stash the gay and liberal up in New England

We’ll keep the black and poor either in or

Under the constant threat of prison

And they’ll all feel blessed just for being a part of the vision»