Fake up war Fake up why Fake up until truth becomes a lie All bowed heads All bowed undeads All bowed waiting to be torn to shreds Dust storm Dust in the head Dust in the blankets of the dead undead and dead Wasted life Wasted sacrifice Wasted strife And boy, we’ve paid the price We turned our backs on a loaded gun We turned our backs on a loaded gun Life under the skin Life under the whim Life under the sin of the motherfucking kingpin Let ‘em all go Let ‘em all go home Let ‘em all go and try to erase the syndrome Oh yeah, we’ve lived too low Oh yeah, we’ve lived too low We turned our backs on a loaded gun We turned our backs on a loaded gun El presidente pointed for fun We turned our backs We turned our backs