Buried in the Sun

I saw the fire on the television

The DOD or the CIA

If we're the cops, then the world's our prison

2, 4, 6, 8, USA

Alright

The blood red, the black gold

This is the air we breathe

The beachhead, the backroad

Buried in the sun

She felt the thrum of the helicopter

A little taste of that shock and awe

She tried to run, but the bullets caught her

Courtesy of our coup d'état

Alright

The blood red, the black gold

This is the air we breathe

The beachhead, the backroad

Buried in the sun

The blood red, the black gold

This is the air we breathe

The beachhead, the backroad

Buried in the sun

Buried in the sun

Buried in the sun

I saw the fire on the television

The DOD or the CIA

We're the cops and the world's our prison

2, 4, 6, 8, USA

Alright

The blood red, the black gold

This is the air we breathe

The beachhead, the backroad

Buried in the sun

The blood red, the black gold

This is the air we breathe

The beachhead, the backroad

Buried in the sun