"Government White" Verse 1 Grew up on a street where the houses repeat, poured from one mold, grass breaking through the cracks. Concrete and rebar, painted government white, same chain-link fence, same clean yard, same kind of night. Chorus It's a socialist dream, painted white as a bone, free as long as you don't call it your own. Give, give your life, (GIVE YOUR LIFE!) and they'll give you a place, same house, same silence, same look on every face. Verse 2 Free house, fine print, long as you sign your name away, they hand you the keys and call it the American way. Mama kept the porch light on for a man who wasn't there, just a flag in the yard while everything hinged on a prayer. Chorus It's a socialist dream, painted white as a bone, free as long as you don't call it your own. Give, give your life, (GIVE YOUR LIFE!) and they'll give you a place, same house, same silence, same look on every face. Verse 3 Turned twenty, blood drawn, forms stacked up to sign, signed every page, never once questioned why. They called it service, called it duty, called it choice, funny how a contract sounds like freedom with no voice. Bridge I don't hate the choice, I don't hate the years, just wanted to know what was worth all I gave here the flag or the fine print or the price of the deal, or just a signature standing in for how I feel. Chorus It's a socialist dream, painted white as a bone, free as long as you don't call it your own. Give, give your life, (GIVE YOUR LIFE!) and they'll give you a place, same house, same silence, same look on my face.
