St. Simon 3 - Playground Bully lyrics

Born from the barrel of a gun Don't you recognize your own son? Reared on a diet of hysteria In the heart of America Just for him, don't know about you When he bleeds, he bleeds red, white, and blue 'Cause when the bombs hit he swelled with pride But it turns out he'd just hemorrhaged inside It's not easy being the playground bully And it's not fair, but does anybody care? This is where he makes his stand With finger on the trigger and head in the sand And we know he can't win and yet We paid for blood and that's what we'll get And sad to say it is no surprise when He makes the same mistakes over and over again And if you care to know why, well, it's no mystery History has shown we learn nothing from history Now that the money's all been spent And he can't afford to stay ignorant His time is up and I'm guessing We're gonna teach him a lesson