WTC

world trade center center of the sky
 oh looming phallic destiny
 running slave ships on the side
 did you fall cause chaos came
 or are you chaos with another name
 you tried to build power
 out of steel and glass
 and then got it knocked down
 on its ass
 you lured the peple there
 with your corporate sneer and cheer
 and the people all went in
 american dreams got built on fear
 and now the smoke is all we see crawling corpses over our city
 the planes are in my hair
 i cant even make a phone call
 from up here
 the smoke is rising
 and flags are too
 propaganda prop your hands up
 good and evil goo
 and the citizens are encouraged to pray
 but two hands together
 never made slaves not slaves
 and the robot president
 blinks three times
 in between his booze and lines
 he says were going to win
 win what?
 hypocrites are bloody in their guts
 now all five boroughs are watching
 dust and dying floating up
 from the bottom of manhattan
 it's my generation growing up