[Intro: George Bush]   "There's an old saying in Tennesse, I know it's in Texas, it's probably in Tennesse   that says fool me once... shame on... shame on you.   If you fool me you can't fool me again."      [SOS]   I live in a nation that relies on business and crime   And the leaders are politician guys livin' a lie   Who bullshit like everyone else for a nickel and dime   America ... just as corrupt as it is online   Using freedom and entertainment just to keep us sedated   But remember what the declaration of independence stated?   All men are equal and that's the way they're created?   But when that was written, black and white people were segregated   And this country still breeds racism, just not as blatant   To call us the land of the free is overstatement   Cause ain't NOBODY free. We all being watched quietly   National security's an invasion of privacy   Drug Trafficking, conspiracy, murder and piracy   What America can't have they take silently   Sometimes violently, open up your eyes and see   Even dirty money is supporting our economy   It's all backwards like negative split photography   But I guess that's the way it's got to be   United we stand on this land and we do all crimes   Facin' a Dyin' Nation ?      [Chorus]   "Facin' a dyin' nation. Listen to the retold lies" (x2)      [Deacon the Villain]   I live in a nation where it ain't what's physical that fights us   Now it's silent strikes from political insiders   A black market government where being criminal is righteous   Ran by bloodlines that were dirty before Isis   The crisis has even spread to spiritual infestations   Confessionals filled with sexual molestations   Professionals so set on capitalization   They don't notice their children freebasin' in their million   Dollar basements   Babies having babies in the hood I grew up in   Hands are too small for the guns that they be bustin'   Schools underfunded, graduates retain nothing   On Capitol Hll it's barely a topic of discussion   Kids like, why should I think about college   When this hood situation is holding me hostage   And even if I fought and bought the knowledge   I'd prolly get shot 41 times by a cop over my wallet   Shiiiiit.. So wherever you are   Don't inhale the second hand smoke from its victory cigar   Motivate yourself don't just stand on the side   Facing a dying nation and listening to the new told lies      [Chorus]      [Kno]   Somebody dial 9-1-1   It's mass confusion, mass contusions   At last we losin' Uncle Sam to a mass of tumors   And that's the rumor at least, it's soon to be seen   If its true that the beast is soon to decease   Catchin' blood clots in the crude oil   That runs through his veins and up thru his brain   Its tough to maintain   If he was low income he'd already been gone   Insurance paperwork gettin handled by Enron   And scandalous friends call to speak   Even Bill O'Reilly's wrapped in a hospital bedsheet   With a pointed hat, where the ointment at?   Wax the taxpayers backside for a tax hike   Woulda had a Catholic priest at his bedside   But they were too busy giving these Boy Scouts a leg ride   Temperature stay high but no pain   Cus the presidents Hooked on Phonics and cocaine   Product of old age and Alzheimers disease   Medical bills raised from all types of fees   Looks to the American people to show love   But his Social Security ran out - pull the plug      (flatline)