Condemned

When you've had your fill
Selling out your country
Selling out the people
I'm gonna remember

You may sleep like a baby
You may die like a king
But I'll know where I stood
And that counts for something, right?

Right?

That counts for something . . . right?

As it all burns to the ground
While you pander for your paychek
Selling us victory
Selling off the ashes
Maybe you don't get it
But I think you do
And I'm gonna remember
That counts for something, right?

Right?

That counts for something . . . right?

When good faith is dead
When integrity is dead
When reason is dead
When objectivе truth is dead
When the rulе of law is dead
When democracy is dead
When all hope is dead

I'm gonna remember