Children, fathers, mothers, box cutters...
Tragedy strikes the World Trade Center.
Center of what?
Two large buildings, two airplanes,
Two thousand or so people lost their lives that fatal day.
Do you know what I heard them say
on the news?
Of what they said we'd lose?
$
Dollar sign is what goes through their mind
as they see bodies lying in the street.
People loving the USA,
American flags being sold by the dozens,
People screaming American Pride,
But..
What were they saying on September 10th?
They weren't worried about a fatal crash.
They weren't saying,
"Hey, where did all this ash come from, as they stepped over a bum.
They weren't saluting the national flag
as they called that weird kid a fag.
But now everyone lives in fear...
Everyone's scared and afraid.
And to think it all started with just one little blade.

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