[David Koresh]
Sorry some of you guys got shot, but uh... God will have to sort that out, won't He?

Small town
No secrets

Picket fences, wind chimes
Cellophane over the lies
Shiny luxuries blind
Any sense of intimacy
Gluten-free; snow-white teeth
Walk the children on a leash
While the hound gets the will
In western moral defeat
Underwhelming, undeserving
Umbrella of über-confidence
Complain about the source
But it all begins with "U"
Who died today?
Read the headlines, by the way
Distract yourself
From the destruction of our age

A young boy, a star pupil
Growing up as usual
Mother brought home another
Man to seal the split
Just to find her outside
With the boy-toy throwing hits
Lip split, busted eyes
Fuck it, he's gonna die
Boy pulls out the rifle
Blows one in his back
Since the one won't enough
He blew another just to check
Slumped dead in his car
Retribution he attained
"That'll teach that motherfucker
I reciprocate the pain."

Blame it on the whites
Blame it on the blacks
Blame it on the system
That stabbed them in the back
Blame it on the guns
Blame it on the games
Blame it on the music
Whatever backs the claim
Blame it on the left
Blame it on the right
Or blame it on the one
Who tried to show the light
Blame it on family
Blame it on the fear
This reasoning will
Never be clear

Hard-working country man
Single with a secret night-life
A heart attack raged
He drove straight to the surgeon's knife
No peep years later
For two straight weeks
But when they found his body
The entire house reeked
Dead in his bed
For over fourteen days
The heated blanket on his corpse
Just sped up his decay
Blue and swollen
As he oozed into the sheets
They peeled off his stiff rot
And laid his bones to sleep

A family of four
Like it's out a magazine
Father loved his motorbike
But he itched for dopamine
Not a helmet on his head
Could keep him from lying dead
On the cold asphalt
Behind a crushed truck bed
The son spiraled down
Frying the mind to escape
But when the weed wont enough
Maybe pills would stop the hate
"Fuck it! End it!"
Knock it back and ride into
The blackness. "Embrace me!"
Never again coming to

[David Koresh and Joseph Koresh]
"Ya know, he's my family too. Right, Joseph?"
"Yeah."

Blame it on the whites
Blame it on the blacks
Blame it on the system
That stabbed them in the back
Blame it on the guns
Blame it on the games
Blame it on the music
Whatever backs the claim
Blame it on the left
Blame it on the right
Or blame it on the one
Who tried to show the light
Blame it on family
Blame it on the fear
This reasoning will
Never be clear

Middle-aged man with a
Love for liquor
A swollen red nose
Gave away his addiction
And pain inflicted
No wife would mention
All the bruises and scars
And family tension
But when the cops started
To tie the ends together
Of all the petty thefts and crimes
It didn’t matter whether
If it were days in the klink
Or a thousand years
A shotgun blast in the mouth
Was how he dealt with fear

Father of two
Who'd been to hell and back
Raised on Ozzy and snakes
But still derailed from his track
Conqueror of cancer
But still hooked on dope
From his gun he ascended
Leaving children to cope

And as doom embraces
Suddenly
Life is more
Real than ever

Blame it on the whites
Blame it on the blacks
Blame it on the system
That stabbed them in the back
Blame it on the guns
Blame it on the games
Blame it on the music
Whatever backs the claim
Blame it on the left
Blame it on the right
Or blame it on the one
Who tried to show the light
Blame it on family
Blame it on the fear
This reasoning will
Never be clear

Blame it on the whites
Blame it on the blacks
Blame it on the system
That stabbed them in the back
Blame it on the guns
Blame it on the games
Blame it on the music
Whatever backs the claim
Blame it on the left
Blame it on the right
Or blame it on the one
Who tried to show the light
Blame it on family
Blame it on the fear
This reasoning will
Never be clear

Domestic disturbance
Domestic disturbance
Domestic disturbance
Domestic disturbance
Domestic disturbance
Domestic disturbance
Domestic disturbance
Domestic disturbance

[David Koresh]
You come pointing guns in the direction of my wife and my kids, dammit I'll - I'll meet you at the door any time.