 Chris's song lyrics ( Fifteen )   
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Artist : Fifteen
Song : Chris's song
[Words by Chris Delvecchio/music by
15.]
I saw a man who stood on the white house lawn
Dousing himself with lilies and lighting himself
into laughter,
hysterical at the shrieking feet of those whites
who wear their crosses
on their sleeves, with their spinning swastikas
neatly pinned behind their eyes.
I've heard of those who have sliced the throats
of their razors to see a
stream of revolution spill off the tiles and into
the mountains of that tiny land we call free
I know of cages from whose teeth flow tears, rage
and sedation tenants
who refuse to feed the hand that bites us
all.
I know of crimes so unspeakable they must be
shouted, of a land
whose streets are paved with those without
homes.
I know of a land numbered by the staccato
upheaval of chorused
consumerism, of those who mutter "love" under
their breath while
riding into a grey horizon, sweetened with steel,
and preserved through war.
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