Sons of the Second Sons

In the old world when your race was run

It all went to the eldest son

What's the poor second son to do?

But join up with the common man

Set sail for the promised land

Across the mighty ocean blue

And they made us who we are

So let's wave those stripes and stars

For the sons of the second sons

Products of genocide

Polishing up our guns

Righteous and justified

Sons of the peasantry

Feeling they're finally free

Sons of the faithful serfs

Salt of the blessed Earth

In search of a master

For a while we did okay

Or looking back it seems that way

Tried to put our best foot down

We left tracks in the lunar dust

Did away with the meaner stuff

All could ride at the front of the bus now

Didn't need no Jim Crow car

And we thought we'd come so far

Sons of the second sons

Products of genocide

Polishing up our guns

Eatin’ that southern fried

Sons of the peasantry

Telling ourselves we're free

Sons of the faithful serfs

Salt of the blessed Earth

In search of a savior

Nowadays we're feeling stressed

It's all for us and damn the rest

Telling each other to have a blessed day

All camoed up and standing tall

Building bombs and border walls

As all collective conscience falls away

And they wave those stars and bars

Is that really who we are?

Sons of the second sons

Products of genocide

Believing in God and guns

Living in double-wides

Sons of the peasantry

Telling ourselves we're free

Sons of the faithful serfs

Salt of the blessed Earth

In search of a savior

Sons of the second sons

Products of genocide

Polishing up our guns

Paying on double-wides

Sons of the peasantry

Telling ourselves we're free

Sons of the pagan serfs

Salt of the fuckin’ Earth

In search of a Caesar