Tekster: Anti-Flag. No More Dead.

why don't you come over here and see what you have created it'll make you laugh so hard you'll cry and lookin' into the black you made me so far past sick lookin' into your eyes i wish you'd die. no more dead [x2] well i've seen the crosses burnt and holy and the people they all come down they're screaming, "hey man, it's a fix!" and i looked into the cause in which, you were striving towards; and i thought, thought of the wasted, wasted youth... no more dead [x2] he's lying all alone. his life is stolen, yes it's gone into the black of night can't you see it was no fault of his own trapped into a ghetto, bred into a slum, killing his own instead of rich white men and he's never gonna escape from it now, because it's over, and he's dead the end.