My Fuse Is Lit Songtext

David Dondero

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My Fuse Is Lit Songtext
There's a human rights worker that chopped off her head
Embedded(?) reporter dismembered now and dead
Theres a dozen bloody corpses hanging off a bridge
Democracy and freedom rotting in a ditch
Theres a six year old boy (?) for a foot
Gotta ask my president ''that's how Al-Qaida look''

I'll give you my things, all of my belongings
You can have em all
Do with them as you see fit
As for me, my fuse is lit

So if you're getting fingered and you're getting fucked
You think you might consider blowing yourself up?
They occupy, kill most of your family
Could you look them in the eyes, shake their hands and praise democracy?
Did you think that your faith could save them from their own?
Do you believe your providence holds more weight than all their bones?

I'll give you all my things, all my belongings
You can have em all
Do with them as you see fit
As for me, my fuse is lit

So you better tax the churches let them pay up for this war
Draft every CEO's son, hang a reef on a mansion door
Then we'll separate churches from the state
Try to separate the loving from the hate
Don't want to be ashamed to be called an American
Refuse to be ashamed to be called an American
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