Red And White Blue Fall

Am E7 Am F In a not so distant future our land has now been split Am E7 Am G Three entities remain of which all of our citizens sit Am E7 Am F We thought that civil war was just a curse word they would spit Am E7 Am G But there was nothing civil about it lest we all try to forget Am E7 Am F It didn't start with Floyd or Brooks it started long before Am E7 Am G It started when diversity was used to even out the score Am E7 Am F Instead of loving everyone we saw the worst in all Am E7 F G Am G Am And this began the saga of a red and white blue fall Am E7 Am F Am E7 F G Am G Am Am E7 Am F When statues and old flags were deemed too dangerous to fly Am E7 Am G When Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben were forced to say goodbye Am E7 Am F When history was rewritten and all were forced to take a side Am E7 Am G You either thought black lives didn't matter or thought all cops should have died Am E7 Am F But when a third opinion rose twas drowned out by the noise Am E7 Am G Though it sought to bring us closer rather than only to destroy Am E7 Am F Now split in three, to reconcile seemed an order far too tall Am E7 F G Am G Am And thus continued the saga of the red and white blue fall Am E7 Am F Am E7 F G Am G Am Am E7 Am F First lines were drawn then shots were fired the U.S. was no more Am E7 Am G With brother fighting brother all our streets were filled with gore Am E7 Am F No men in blue with badges only self proclaimed warlords Am E7 Am G I wonder if we knew that this was what we were headed towards Am E7 Am F There was a dream that one day we would live in harmony Am E7 Am G But censoring the masses ensured that we could not be free Am E7 Am F Those sane enough did everything that they could do to stall Am E7 F G Am G Am Despite that we are living in the red and white blue fall Am E7 Am F Am E7 F G Am G Am Am E7 Am F One nation north, one to the south, and one stuck in between Am E7 Am G Insanity runs rampant but our money's all still green Am E7 Am F And heads are freely rolling from a shiny new guillotine Am E7 Am G The blade comes crashing down and paints a still frame murder scene Am E7 Am F Then mothers cry and babies laugh and clowns can all rejoice Am E7 Am G And all who disagree shall hear the silence of their voice Am E7 Am F We used to run and then we walked, now barely can we crawl Am E7 F G Am G Am We welcome you, come one and all to the red and white blue fall Am E7 Am F Am E7 F G Am G Am