[Lyric] Countin Cards (Escape from the ZOO)

Another dead, another shot in the street
Another viral video, we type out our condolences
And then another cop gives a speech
They try to justify a killer at a podium
And somehow still the benighted can’t see
The blatant hate and racism pervading this society
And worse still are the ones who could help but choose not to
May as well cut holes in their sheets

The ones to be weary of
Are the ones who don’t want things to change
Because thеy’re comfy this way
They can fire on a protеst and somehow not end up in a grave
They’ll just turn themselves in the next day
And enjoy the privilege of due process
But for many, shit just don’t work that way
The decks are stacked and the house always wins
When the dealer’s fuckin’ crooked as a dog's hind leg
Well we’ve been countin’ cards
We’re fuckin’ fed up shit’s gone too far
(Woh-oh-oh) We’ve turned our backs on this too many times
(Woh-oh-oh) Cuz shit’s not real unless it’s happening to us
It’s a process we’re never gonna process
Battling the bitter bodies of this nonsense
‘Til we’ve exhausted all we’ve got
But I’ll never stray
However many times dismay
Leads me up into a numbing state
Still we can’t stomach the world affray

Well, I guess our home is going up in flames
It's pretty likely we're approaching the end of days, bud
That doesn't mean we have no fight left
And when you fight, know there's value in your time spent
Burning bigots, saving saints
Raising bad kids to guide the strays away
From the hateful ways of these despotic "leaders" of the states
[“Ah’s”]

Burn the bigots [Burn the bigots]
Save the saints [Save the saints]
Raise the bad kids, guide the strays
We’ve turned our backs on this too many times
Shit’s not real unless it’s happening to us