[Verse 1]
In the old world when your race was run
It all went to the eldest son
What's the poor second son to do?
But join up with the common man
Set sail for the promised land
Across the mighty ocean blue
And they made us who we are
So let's wave those stripes and stars

[Chorus 1]
For the sons of the second sons
Products of genocide
Polishing up our guns
Righteous and justified
Sons of the peasantry
Feeling they're finally free
Sons of the faithful serfs
Salt of the blessed Earth
In search of a master

[Verse 2]
For a whilе we did okay
Or looking back it seems that way
Tried to put our best foot down
Wе left tracks in the lunar dust
Did away with the meaner stuff
All could ride at the front of the bus now
Didn't need no Jim Crow car
And we thought we'd come so far
[Chorus 2]
Sons of the second sons
Products of genocide
Polishing up our guns
Eatin’ that southern fried
Sons of the peasantry
Telling ourselves we're free
Sons of the faithful serfs
Salt of the blessed Earth
In search of a savior

[Verse 3]
Nowadays we're feeling stressed
It's all for us and damn the rest
Telling each other to have a blessed day
All camoed up and standing tall
Building bombs and border walls
As all collective conscience falls away
And they wave those stars and bars
Is that really who we are?

[Chorus 3]
Sons of the second sons
Products of genocide
Believing in God and guns
Living in double-wides
Sons of the peasantry
Telling ourselves we're free
Sons of the faithful serfs
Salt of the blessed Earth
In search of a savior
[Chorus 4]
Sons of the second sons
Products of genocide
Polishing up our guns
Paying on double-wides
Sons of the peasantry
Telling ourselves we're free
Sons of the pagan serfs
Salt of the fuckin’ Earth
In search of a Caesar