Propagandhi Lyrics
Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes

The tangled webs they weave span from Pine to Ruby
Ridge, way back from Shay's defeat on up to
Gustafsen (now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads
and commissars and pricks to drown out this
faintest threat of commie faggot heretics).
Conclusion: the nail that sticks up gets hammered
down and the master's finest tools are found
slack-jawed and placid amidst the cacophony of
screaming billboards and Disney-fied history.
Sometimes the ties that bind are strange: no
justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked
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Hampton, Weaver or Anna-Mae where Federal Bureaus
and Fraternal Orders have cast their shadows;
permanent features built into these borders. But
undercover of the customary gap we find between
History and Truth, the Founding Fathers bask in
the rocket's blinding red glare. The bombs
bursting in air. One nation. Indivisible? The
truth is when the back-country learned of
ratification the People had a coffin painted black
and solemnly borne in funeral procession, they
buried it deep in the earth as an emblem of the
dissolution and internment of their Publick
Liberty. Someday, somewhere, today's empires are
tomorrow's ashes.