Ezra Bell
A Drink from the Trough
If you don’t eat what you're fed
You might find a price on your head
You might be surprised just how little you’ll fetch
Hey hey, hey hey, USA

Your press sells me fiction as fact
Our leaders, some liars grown fat
From fruit that they picked while they stood on our backs
Hey hey, hey hey, USA

While you’re out there protesting that dumb Donald Trump
What of this system that sells us this junk
How they stole and they lied, from the aisles, either side
While we were throwing stones, they plundered the divide

Oh them bodies and the flames, they just point you towards the plains
If this is who you trust, good night is good luck
Oh, if this is who you trust, good night is good luck

No wonder them pigs hide their face
When they spray those poor injuns with mace
If your blood does not boil, your heart does not race
Hey hey, hey hey USA

They’re planning some new war tonight
They’ll pay you a pittance to fight
If you think that’s freedom, I guess that you’re right
Hey Hey, hey hey, USA
While you’re out there protesting that dumb Donald Trump
What of this system that sells us this junk
How they stole and they lied, from the aisles, either side

While we were throwing stones, they plundered the divide
Oh them bodies, and the flames, they just point you towards the plains
If this is who you trust, good night is good luck
Oh, if this is who you trust, good night is good luck