Hitman, hitman, where ya been?   Gotta magical mystery plan?   You're goin' round town breaking all the rules   But you're the king of fools   I'll just point and shoot   And no one will see me now   I'll just point and shoot   'Cause I work for the system now   Hitman, hitman, draw the line   I see you're out of time   Assassination done   The system's got him under control   The Divided States of America   Is a playground for kingpins and hypocrites   In a country woven from outdated cloth   And the fabric won't take much more of this   We feed the world while our children starve   And our soldiers forced to carry empty guns   We preach about life and liberty   While our mothers kill their unwanted sons.   You draw your battle lines   You see you're outta time   It's just another excuse   For what you people might call war   You think you're tolerant   You prove your ignorance   The United States of America ain't united anymore!