From My Cold Dead Hands 가사

Force-fed youth watch crippled america Dependent on things not seen in black and white Responsibility is a dying art form Everything is out of (gun) control "From my cold dead hands" you said Throw your gift into the fire Into the fire of apathy You play the role again and again Smoke your last hope although you're dead Manufactured stupidity This image beaten into a child easily led to do the same Television is your crutch Fear is your god Is this all you're worth? A wasted opportunity You sold yourself short You sald yourself Throw your gift into the fire Into the fire of apathy You play the fool again and again I'll be here to clean you up I'll be here to clean up your body This is the death of apathy