Standing up with a dusty vagina on a pedestal Was an old lady reading writing that was illegible Making up her own intendment of the first 10 amendments While behind her burned what was the last remnants Of the once great book of law we were once dependant On, liberal crowds roared as conservative tears poured On there knees, hands clasped praying to their dear lord All while over head the sonic booms of F-69s soared The world is not the same as it once was Churches burned and the constitution left as dust No longer do the children happily chant in god we trust No longer are we free, fight for our forefathers we must