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Murdering Cain
by Gabriel DeLayne
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Were you able to stand in the classroom light
And pledge allegiance at the age of five
Were you able to goof around and have fun
With your finger pointed in the shape of a gun
Were you able to listen at Sunday school
When the teacher passed out a list of rules
Were you able to learn that hell's a place
Where you go after life if you don't behave
Were you able to kiss your mother goodbye
And join the ranks as they were passing by
Were you able to fill out your uniform
And stand your ground in a raging storm
Were you able to still believe in peace
When you shot and stopped your first heartbeat
Were you able to feel the pain of war
Like no one's ever felt pain before
You can wave your banner on a mountain high
You can claim you've got God on your side
You can wear a knife on your bible belt
But murdering Cain ain't gonna help
I was able to stand in the classroom light
And pledge allegiance right by your side
I was able to goof around and have fun
On the other end of your pretend gun
I was able to study on Sunday night
And memorize all the country lines
I was able to learn that I am one
And you are two, and on and on
I was able to carve out a different course
Snowed in the walls of the liberal north
I was able to analyze Socrates
And hack my way through the ivy leagues
I was able to spend my evenings on
Camus and Marx and Pierre Proudhon
I was able to watch with a critical eye
As everything I knew became a lie
I can march on Constitution Ave.
I can mock the church and burn the flag
I can fire my words like shrapnel shells
But murdering Cain ain't gonna help
Who's looking down, who begs repentance
Who slams the gavel and who serves the sentence
Who damns the sinner, who bears the cross
Who sets the bail and who pays the cost
I been wondering if its all one and the same
Who is it we'll point to when there's no one left to blame
I wonder my brother
Are we able to know that we do not know
Where there answer lies or where next to go
Are we able let our grip unfold
Even on the weapons that we cannot hold
Are we able to hope for a clearer day
Where we don't imitate the very hate
That we preach against in the name of love
And like to think we're so high above
We can drag the chains of our history
We can crawl into the shining sea
We can say we should be ashamed of ourselves
But murdering Cain ain't gonna help
Were you able to stand in the classroom light
And pledge allegiance at the age of five
Were you able to goof around and have fun
With your finger pointed in the shape of a gun
Were you able to listen at Sunday school
When the teacher passed out a list of rules
Were you able to learn that hell's a place
Where you go after life if you don't behave
Were you able to kiss your mother goodbye
And join the ranks as they were passing by
Were you able to fill out your uniform
And stand your ground in a raging storm
Were you able to still believe in peace
When you shot and stopped your first heartbeat
Were you able to feel the pain of war
Like no one's ever felt pain before
You can wave your banner on a mountain high
You can claim you've got God on your side
You can wear a knife on your bible belt
But murdering Cain ain't gonna help
I was able to stand in the classroom light
And pledge allegiance right by your side
I was able to goof around and have fun
On the other end of your pretend gun
I was able to study on Sunday night
And memorize all the country lines
I was able to learn that I am one
And you are two, and on and on
I was able to carve out a different course
Snowed in the walls of the liberal north
I was able to analyze Socrates
And hack my way through the ivy leagues
I was able to spend my evenings on
Camus and Marx and Pierre Proudhon
I was able to watch with a critical eye
As everything I knew became a lie
I can march on Constitution Ave.
I can mock the church and burn the flag
I can fire my words like shrapnel shells
But murdering Cain ain't gonna help
Who's looking down, who begs repentance
Who slams the gavel and who serves the sentence
Who damns the sinner, who bears the cross
Who sets the bail and who pays the cost
I been wondering if its all one and the same
Who is it we'll point to when there's no one left to blame
I wonder my brother
Are we able to know that we do not know
Where there answer lies or where next to go
Are we able let our grip unfold
Even on the weapons that we cannot hold
Are we able to hope for a clearer day
Where we don't imitate the very hate
That we preach against in the name of love
And like to think we're so high above
We can drag the chains of our history
We can crawl into the shining sea
We can say we should be ashamed of ourselves
But murdering Cain ain't gonna help
