Sangtekst: Against Me!. Ya'll Don't Want To Step Dis.

Four sins past sainthood, it's like I'm dying to forget,
all the sleepless nights lying perfectly alone and still.
I can drink 'til victory, I'll drink to the mighty,
drink until I die or at least until the sunrise.
When honesty as popular as a plague
comes to remind me that the dead's winning the race with me. going nowhere,
Right down the street a prostitute is selling the closest thing to love that this country has to offer.
And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And Alachua still sleeps tonight

so we fought for the republic while a catholic sun filled every eye.
From the atlantic to the pacific ocean,victory, I drank to the mighty.
We died for oil, died for borders, killed for democracy, still believed every platform.
Can You handle the death, accept what you create together.
I still know every politician is a fucking monster.
Culture kills bureaucrats and all other undesirables.
History said we died for freedom but today no justice was served.
And America still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
and i hope it doesn't wake up tomorrow


so we boasted that we were champions,
each country singing it's own praise.
Like a rock thrown in to the ocean, humanity was rising to the top.
Two world wars later, countless "military interventions" we erect monuments to history and give apologies to the dead.
All that was fought for the living is quickly forgotten.
We don't remember the dates, we don't remember the reasons.
We have no idea what's going on. Building histories of western corporations.
It doesn't even turn my stomach to see the pictures of atrocities anymore.
Going numb in the new order of the new century.
And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
And the world still sleeps tonight.

And Alachua still sleeps tonight
And America still sleeps tonight
And the world still sleeps tonight.