Check 1, 2, Rise Up!

Sing me a story of all the disease, 
Blowing all of your neighbors & then we would flee.
This is a story of slaved contraband,
A never ending war within the sand.
God is the excuse of our imperialistic plan,
Seizing the oil fields & then we ran.
A repeating culture of failing markets,
Give us what we want or we'll shoot out rockets.
Policing the world, domestic & foreign.
Electing our leaders, next to kin. 
In a land that is warming & constantly drying,
Where the rich are thriving & the poor are dying.
Under the stars of our polluted sky,
We're constantly fighting, watching all of us die.
So let's come together & sing this story.
Let's finally rule this world under "We!", not "Me!".