Chorus: So god if you can hear me crash this train. said god if you can hear me crash this train.
Now a note to the President, and the Government, and the judges of this place. We're still waitin for you to bring our troops home, clean up that mess you made. Cuz it smells of blood and money across the Iraqi land. But its so easy here to blind us with your "United We Stand" and it ain't hard to see that this Country ain't free. [Chorus] To the mothers and the fathers who done the best they could. Raisin' youngins in a messed up world, it ain't so understood. So I'll cover my ears, and my eyes, pretend that loves the same.
Cuz with one courts signature, it all becomes erased. And it ain't hard to tell, when its love we sell. [Chorus]