Bro-

thers,

my

bro-

thers

Is

this

all

that

we

are

Sis-

ters,

my

sis-

ters

We’ve

been

crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

Wel-

come

to

the

free

world

Where

no-

thing’s

as

it

seems

Tell

me,

can

you

find

a

cure

When

you

can’t

see,

and

you

can’t

feel

the

di-

sease

Can

you

seek

a

hig-

her

truth

When

you’re

li-

ving

on

your

knees

Where

free-

dom

grows

from

blood

soaked

soil

In

the

lands

of

hy-

poc-

ri-

sy

Be-

cause if

you

can’t

see

the

chains

tell

me

what

use

is

a

key

It’s

cash,

blood

and

o-

il,

in

the

age

of

the

re-

fu-

gee

They’re

try-

ing

buy

our

minds,

we

ain’t

sel-

ling

Bang,

bang,

bang,

hear

they’re

nai-

ling

down

the

cof-

fins

Cut

the

strings,

feel

your

start

Cut

the

cord

Crack

this

code

of

si-

lence

All

our

lives

in

the

hands

of

ty-

rants

Crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

Crushed

Crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

Crushed

We’ve

been

crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

We’ve

been

crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

To

the

left

I

see

the

rats

and

to

the

right

I

see

the

snakes

In

my

ear

they’re

whis-

pe-

ring

sweet

ser-

mons

of

cruel

hate

So

do

you

buy

the

fear,

or

do

you

buy

the

lies

Tell

me,

what

will

set

us

free

Do

we

kneel

be-

fore

the

croo-

ked

few

Or

do

we

bite

the

fu-

cking

hand

that

feeds

When

death

casts

no

sha-

dow

and

hope

car-

ries

no

weight

Rise

in-

to

the

light

feel

the

shack-

les

fade

a-

way

They

fear

what

we

know,

know

how

they

break

Bang,

bang,

bang,

drop

the

ham-

mer

of

cons-

cience

Cut

the

strings,

feel

your

start

Cut

the

cord

Crack

this

code

of

si-

lence

All

our

lives

Crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

Crushed

Crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

Crushed

We’ve

been

crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

We’re

just

wai-

ting

for

the

sky

to

fall

Yeah

I’m

just

wai-

ting

Feels

like

all

o-

ur

lives

we’ve

been

Wai-

ting

for

the

sky

to

fall

Feels

like

all

this

time

we’ve

been

Bro-

thers,

my

bro-

thers

Is

this

all

that

we

are

Sis-

ters,

my

sis-

ters

We’ve

been

crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

Crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

Crushed

Crushed

by

the

fists

of

god

Crushed