Lyrics:

Four
Hard times are a comin'
I can see it on the eve
Greed gathers in a white house getting ready for the fees
Sharpen their teeth I watch the prey wait patiently
As they lead them to the slaughter
No one looks up from their screens
My American Son, my American Son
Just what have you done?
My American son, my American son
Who will you become?
Uncle Sam's whisperin' world war is comin' on
War is good for business, please invest your only son
Tower's on fire and the world calls for aid
We burn it all again, best profit ever made
My American son, my American son
Just what have you done?
My American son, my American son
Who will you become?
There's light in the storm clouds, there's hope I see it clear
We ain't afraid of dying
We're dying from the fear
And the politician's laughter sounds like cryin' in the streets
We're just their entertainment, they got the front row seats
My American son, my American son
Just what have you done?
My American son, my American son
Who will you become?