"Y'all Don't Wanna Step To Dis" lyrics

"Y'all Don't Wanna Step To Dis"

Four sins past sainthood, it's like I'm dying to forget
All the sleepless nights lying perfectly alone and still
I can drink 'till victory, I'll drink to the mighty
Drink until I die or at least until the sunrise

When honesty, as popular as a plague, comes to remind me
The dead's winning the race with me going nowhere
Right down the street a prostitute is selling
The closest thing to love that this country has to offer

And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And Alachua still sleeps tonight

So we fought for the republic
While the Catholic sun filled every eye
From the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean
Victory, I'll drink to the mighty

We died for oil, we died for borders
Killed for democracy, still believed every platform

Can you handle the death
Accept what we create together?
I still know every politician
Is a fucking monster

Culture kills bureaucrats
And all other undesirables
History said we died for freedom
But today no justice was served

And America still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
And I hope it doesn't wake up tomorrow

So we boasted that we were champions
Each country singing its own praise
Like a rock thrown into the ocean
Humanity was rising to the top, two world wars later
Countless military interventions
We erect monuments to history

And give apologies to the dead
All that was fought for the living is quickly forgotten
We don't remember the dates
We don't remember the reasons
We have no idea what's going on
Building histories of western corporations

It doesn't even turn my stomach
To see the pictures of atrocities anymore
Going numb in the new order
Of the new century

And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
And the world still sleeps tonight...

And Alachua still sleeps tonight...
And America still sleeps tonight...
And the world still sleeps tonight...


Writer(s): Laura Jane Grace Gabel
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