We feel that racism and sexism and class seperation
That these are desecrations
And we feel that the american flag does not represent
Integrity, honor, justice or truth
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of poverty

For thee I weep
Land where my mother cried
Land where my father died
Sweet land of genocide
Pride of my heart
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of industry

We'll break your back
Clean out your minerals
Fill you with chemicals
We kill for what is profitable
Oh concrete world
Our climate's suffering
All nature feels the sting

Poisoned progress
All of these mouths to feed
All of this land to seed
From sea to shining sea
Gold underground
Our people left to die
Battlefield country-side
Paved-over graves

Suburban privileges make desolate villages
Broken treaties, broken promises
Conquer, repeat
All warriors represent
Remind those who forget
The time is now

To walk in humble pride
Prepare and fortify
Resist comforts of compromise
Pray for guidance
Pray for guidance
Pray for guidance