Red - Illuminatus

all the president’s men, standing in line in their sunday best

bastard sons of unspeakable days

the pride of the nation in the glory of men

haven’t you learned a thing?

there’s a deafening sound as the Earth swallows red with regret

it’s the echoes of darker days

and she wonders what goes through your head, little man

no

still the rivers run crimson and gold

haven’t you seen enough?

crimson and gold

haven’t you seen enough?

it’s a desperate lie, of peace and progress and the union of men

but the ghosts you forgave should have taught you to think

but this is a fucking disgrace

no

still the rivers run crimson and gold

haven’t you seen enough?

crimson and gold

haven’t you seen enough?