[Verse 1] I grew up on Sunday school stories, Pledge of Allegiance and baseball glory. Mama said, "Son, keep your hands real clean, And trust in the land of the free." [Pre-Chorus] But the stars on the flag look sharp like knives, And the stripes start feeling like prison lines. They tell me to smile, stand tall, comply, But I ain't buying the lie. [Chorus] Apple pie’s gone sour, milk’s gone dry, Wolves in red ties preaching lullabies. They say, “Keep the faith,” but the church caught fire, And the kids on the street sing in funeral choirs. Oh, tell me now—tell me how I’m supposed to believe? [Verse 2] Granddad fought in some foreign war, Came home broke, they just closed the door. Now the rich write laws in gold ink pens, While we work ‘til we break, just to start again. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the dream’s just a leash with a diamond clasp, And the past ain't past when it’s built to last. They swear it’s the truth while they sell you gas, Then light the match and laugh. [Chorus] Apple pie’s gone sour, milk’s gone dry, Wolves in red ties preaching lullabies. They say, “Keep the faith,” but the church caught fire, And the kids on the street sing in funeral choirs. Oh, tell me now—tell me how I’m supposed to believe? [Bridge] They dress up the hate in a Sunday suit, Shake your hand while they steal your boots. Tell me to pray, tell me to trust, While they turn my home into rubble and dust. [Outro] Apple pie’s gone sour, the milk’s gone dry, They say it’s all fine, but I see the sky—It's burning. It's burning. It's burning. I see the sky— It's burning. [End]