2. S.I.N. (This is Madness) (Loren Tee, Lumberjack Cash, James Hall, Lantz Lazwell, Andrea Wittgens) Bear Schacht - vocals / Lumberjack Cash - guitar / James Hall - vocals / Loren Tee - vocals, trumpet / Lantz Lazwell - vocals, guitar / Matt Spatol - bass / Jamey Clark - drums / Liam Hall - trombone
Lyrics
We got a house full of liars,
And climate deniers,
Selling us out to the highest of buyers,
Mercury rising and oceans on fire,
Better believe it…
The temperature’s hotter,
We can’t drink the water,
(Hey!) This is no place for our sons and our daughters,
Who can’t understand,
Our increasing demand,
For these guns in our hands and the lives that they slaughter.
We see the corporations leaching North America,
Richie Rich and the Russians laugh hysterical,
Popping bottles while we swimming in the chemicals,
Better believe it,
Take it or leave it.
These are the wages of sin,
We are, we are god in skin,
But we got to free ourselves from this madness,
This is madness.
These are the wages of sin,
We are, we are god in skin,
But we got to free ourselves from this madness,
This is madness.
Drone strike in the middle of Ramadan,
One click miles away and the city’s gone,
Blood spills in the school auditorium,
Better believe it!
Assaulting the women and calling them bitches,
Selling us off to your corporate interests,
Telling us all we need walls and not bridges,
Better believe it,
Take it or leave it.
These are the wages of sin,
We are, we are god in skin,
But we got to free ourselves from this madness,
This is madness,
This is madness.
This is madness.