Sing Beautiful Songs

As kids we're taught to sing along To sing beautiful hymns And tunes to songs our parents never knew A festering adversity And a denial of regression The land is black A bleak expression The crows pick at Lady Liberty's remains The corpses have rotted away Leaving only the layers of clothes That were once fashionable Meanwhile the doves remain intelligently ignorant Of the crows feasting nearby That's a beautiful little marching band Waving a flag that should be all inclusive While unity goes AWOL But still we sing along Because that's all we know how to do And we're not singing for today But for the tomorrow we hope to have