Trouble in the Land Songtext
von Black 47

Benny was and idiot, lived in the Village
Said black people were the problem
"They′re dragging us down, man, it's inevitable
Won′t be long til the country gone tribal
Went on out to Northern Idaho,
Joined up with the Aryan Nation
I can feel him out there scheming and a-hating
Filling up the country with his lies and frustrations
Too many people drawing lines in the sand
Blood on their hands
Trouble
Too many people got guns in their hands
Blood in the sand
I had a friend, his name was Billy, oh
He got a job in conservative talk radio
Said you can't criticize "you know who"
Idiot was talking about the Jews
He tried to tell me Hitler was impressive
Til he got a little too excessive


I can hear him out there scheming and a-hating
Filling up the country with his lies and frustrations
Too many people drawing lines in the sand
Blood on their hands
Trouble
Too many people got guns in their hands
Blood in the sand
Shooting your mouth off in Philadelphia
Bartender says, "The Lord have mercy on you."
Guns going off in New York City
Everybody trying to do their best
Til chickens start coming home to rest
So watch your mouth, don't take chances
Don′t ask questions if you don′t want answers
Too many people drawing lines in the sand
Blood on their hands
Trouble
Too many people got guns in their hands
Blood in the sand