Pox Americana - Good Riddance

Put out the fires, enlist a call to all our banners

Erase them all and punish anyone who abdicates or throws

As we terrorize their homes

Set light the pyre, conscript an army of fanatics

Eradicate the earth and burn in effigy the scientists and the law

So let the trumpet sound, I want to burn it down

And let the meek surrender

Surround the abattoir and let the guilty stand alone

Attack the walls, arrange the arsenic and tannin

Poison the well and watch them die behind the parapets they’ve built

So let the trumpet sound, I want to burn it down

And let the meek surrender

Surround the abattoir and let the guilty stand alone

When all the tomes are read and all the blood is shed

Who’s left to render judgment?