 For the holes in our knowledge The past, you know, has been written by the victor So I ask you now, who is it right in your future? The preacher, the liar, the thief or the killer? The freedom, the crime, and the laws of power Stole for peace, we'll eat war until it kills us Six feet deep with a belly full of boys Pay them off, pay them off Fear rolls like a reaper through the streets of the lost