Fifteen Chris's Song Letras:
[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
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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.
Letras: Chris's Song Fifteen [final]