Boysetsfire - When Rhetoric Dies lyrics

We raise the flags and statues to our mission We've spoken out in slogans and in campaigns Talked and talked on almost every issue Where oppression of the ma**es is the constant theme But what does this mean to a little town in Iowa Where the jobs have gone down-stream, down-south, down-and-out Where their fingers used to work to the bone all day Profits rise and fall and starvation is a game Where is the food that used to cover their table Where is the sense of pride at the end of the day To the face of a thriving corporation What could a dying family possibly say On the face of every American worker Is the constant fear that their job will not remain As the CEO is planning his vacation To k** or be k**ed is the nature of the beast Where is the food that used to cover their table Where is the sense of pride at the end of the day To the face of a thriving corporation What could a dying family possibly say Stand in line, take a number, you sell your soul Then watch it crumble into a pile of rubble that used to be Your job, your life your family's daily bread Dry and stale malnourished kids The house is sold for a degrading bid Do we continue to talk Or do we take a hammer to their chains To their chains...