Lyrics Private Line

Private Line

Drive-In Salvation USA

All the suicide bombers

And all American pies

Even you’re not quilty doesn’t mean

You’ve got an alibi

Fear has won the freedom

In ball games and trailer parks

Puppet masters control

The mass of blocked out minds

They put blind faith in you and you can’t spit it out,

spit it out now!

In democracy one man says how things should go all

around

Drive-in salvation USA – Trigger Happy!

Gun-lovin’ nation NRA – Trigger Happy!

Land of the free and KKK – Trigger Happy!

Drive-in salvation USA – WideScreenJesus -

FastFoodBliss!

Doomsday or Friday

Damnation Under God

Birdie or eagle

Lottery of GreenCard

Your mind is molded

Your tastes formed

You’re governed by the people

You’ll never get to know

A paler shade of green

One for all and two for me

All the broken promises run in the family

In Death Row We Trust

Navy blue sky’s

Pouring rotten apple pies