Lyrics Anti–Flag – The Great Divide

It’s a breakdown, of the greatest divide
Never had a chance you were dead when you arrived
Class war to the ‘nth degree
And they’re coming for us and everyone that we trust

While white collar crime runs out of control
Across the great divide lays the wretched poor
A rotting melting pot of haves and of have nots
So fix your bayonets, ’cause we’re at war

It’s a breakdown, or morality
A poor man’s prison is a rich man’s greed
Class war to the ‘nth degree
In God we trust, they’re coming for us
It’s a breakdown, of your godly verse
The meek shall inherit the least of the earth
Class war to the ‘nth degree
In God we trust, they’re coming for us

While white collar crime runs out of control
Across the great divide lays the wretched poor
A rotting melting pot of haves and of have nots
So fix your bayonets…
Be strong, be brave, we’re crossing the great divide
Be brave, we’re crossing the divide