y'all don't wanna step to dis

four sins past sainthood

it's like i'm dying to forget

all the sleepless nights

lying perfectly alone and still. i can drink 'till victory

i'll drink to the mighty

drink until i die

or at least until the sunrise

when honesty

as popular as a plague

comes to remind me

the dead's winning the race

with me going nowhere. right down the street

a prostitute is selling

the closest thing to love

that this country has to offer

and alachua still sleeps tonight

and alachua still sleeps tonight

and alachua still sleeps tonight. so we fought for the republic

while the catholic sun filled every eye. from the atlantic to the pacific ocean

we drank to the mighty. we died for oil

we died for borders

killed for democracy

still believed every platform. can you handle the death

accept what we create together?

i still know every politician

is a fucking monster. culture kills bureaucrats

and all other undesireables. history said we died for freedom

but today no justice was served

and america still sleeps tonight

and america still sleeps tonight

and america still sleeps tonight

and i hope it doesn't wake up tomorrow. so we boasted that we were champions

each country singing it's own praise. like a rock thrown into the ocean

humanity was rising to the top. two world wars later

countless military interventions"