Wilkes Booth Style - No Cash

Abate the ones who hesitate to stand their ground

Rally when the sky is falling, catch the clouds

Together ants can overcome and kill the ox

The only key is knowing how to break the locks

I hate to say when blue skies are turning gray

Well ante-up son its time to get paid

Raise a fist or get the fuck out the way

Fuck the fake ones

Break the long arm, stand up and say

Fuck the police

Sound the drums, there’s no time to play

Fuck the tyrants

Seize the time, turn night into day

War saves no one, fuck the U.S.A

I know this plant will keep growing

You water it without even knowing

And every time you choose to consume

Another arm on the poison vine blooms

Never praise the gods with human sacrifice

But if yer dogs are itchin' you can scratch the lice

Live free or die tryin' and reject the boss

Pay the toll or burn the bridge and swim across

I hate to say when blue skies are turning gray

Ante-up son its time to get paid

Raise a fist or get the fuck out the way

Fuck the fake ones

Break the long arm, stand up and say

Fuck the police

Sound the drums, there’s no time to play

Fuck the tyrants

Seize the time, turn night into day

War saves no one, fuck the U.S.A

Raise a fist or get the fuck out the way

Fuck the fake ones

Break the long arm, stand up and say

Fuck the police

Sound the drums, there’s no time to play

Fuck the tyrants

Seize the time, turn night into day

War saves no one, fuck the U.S.A

Fuck it