The Land of the Free

To the classroom floor, a lifeless body falls
 Where do you see the liberty and justice for all?
 Another boy who felt left outside just too long
 He took a gun in his hand, and made his final stand
 What youths of the nation are dying for, is this the freedom worth fighting for?
 The land of the free, hear the screams of broken dreams
 The land of the free, tell me why, why can't they see what's going on?
 In this bloody stream, they're living their American dream
 Lord lay to rest these troubled souls that died too young
 Now they're embraced by the grave, in this home of the brave
 They've got blood on their hands, that can't be washed away
 One nation under God, they have their eyes wide shut
 They're selling their guns, corporates standing tall
 And in every dollar, the bastards are hanging on
 Open your eyes, the bodycount goes on and on
 Wake up to the gunshots, and sirens' call
 The land of the free, hear the screams of broken dreams
 The land of the free, tell me why, why can't they see what's going on?
 In this bloody stream, they're living their American dream