Imposters - Patient Orange (Live) Lyrics

Hands up, chopper down
Looks like we gotcha now
Why don't you take a bow?
Somebody take 'em out
No more I cannot bear
The fake tan, stupid hair
That nauseating stare
I did not see you there

Four score and twenty years ago
What they envisioned down the road
What they resemble isn't close
The americas are gonna blow

Stay home, and stop the spread?
One hundred thousand dead
And get that in your head
And fat boy's still in bed
Then blame a foreign land
Let's "hang the orange man"
And make him take the stand
His pedophilic hand

Four score, twenty years ago
What they envisioned down the road
What we resemble isn't close
The americas are gonna blow
And explode

All these things that we don't see
The cover ups, debauchery
And if you ever saw a thing
The violent stuff like the trafficking
You end up face down in a ditch
A suicide
A common myth
F*ck the feds and plead the fifth
By now you know, they don't really care about you
They don't really care about you
They don't give a shit about you
You know they don't care about you
Woah

Think about all the families
Your thoughts and prayers don't do anything
Think about all the families
Your thoughts and prayers don't do anything

Four score, twenty years ago
What they envisioned down the road
What they resemble isn't close
The americas are gonna blow