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"Traitor (Dare Call It Treason)" by The Cornbread Mafia

He acts real dumb but the act isn't fooling me
He gets things done to destroy our sovereignty
He's a servant of the globalists from foreign lands
Our leader is a traitor with blood on his hands
Traitor...Dare call it treason
Traitor...Dare call it treason
Some see a failure; I see a big success
Using our terror to undermine the whole U.S.
When the towers came down, and everybody froze
Bush and Giuliani came up smelling like a rose
Traitor...Dare call it treason
Traitor...Dare call it treason
It's election time again, and everybody's ready to vote
If both candidates are owned, brother tell me where is the hope?
Hillary and Huckabee are waiting there in line
I guess we'll get a Democrat traitor this time
Traitor...Dare call it treason
Traitor...Dare call it treason
They want a fascist planet with the superwealthy ruling it all
Since we're too independent, America must be led to fall
When our credit's been exhausted to subdue the Middle East,
They'll install our debtor nation in the body of The Beast
Traitor...Dare call it treason
Traitor...Dare call it treason
This song is almost over, but I have one thing further to say
I'll ask you for a favor when the agents come to take me away
Disseminate this anthem over cyberspace,
And shout this accusation in every bought-off leader's face:
Traitor...Dare call it treason
Traitor...Dare call it treason



"Children of the Matrix" by The Cornbread Mafia

Then you wake alone inside a prison
Where all the wardens tell you you are free
Free to buy, to beg, to steal, to borrow
As long as you are slaving constantly.
To see them coming up
Is coffee in my cup
The children of tomorrow waking up:
Children of the Matrix.
You've got them on the run
Come out and see the sun.
The only food they serve is poison candy
Unless you're poor and white from Tennessee.
They'll send you overseas to fight for Halliburton;
If you lose your life, they'll pay for your degree.
To see them coming up
Is coffee in my cup
The children of tomorrow waking up:
Children of the Matrix.
You've got them on the run
Come out and see the sun.
The tools to keep them down will set them free;
The Internet means real democracy.
When they've had enough,
They'll be coming up:
Matrix babies, imaginative and tough.
Night is falling fast across the desert.
The secret agent man wants to know my name.
Tonight he'll eat the crumbs from master's table
And do his best to keep the world the same.
To see them coming up
Is coffee in my cup
The children of tomorrow waking up:
Children of the Matrix.
You've got them on the run
Come out and see the sun.

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Traitor EP
by The Cornbread Mafia

In the most defiant and subversive recording ever unleashed on the American sheeple, Nashville's favorite musical militia uses electrifying lyrics and downhome grooves to indict Congress, the President, and the systematic destruction of the United States.

Dare Call It AWESOME!
"These are indie anthems with a knockout political punch, and should be sung by the crowd at the next neocon pep rally. Both the Democrats and the Republicans have let the public down, and The Cornbread Mafia are writing about it." (iTunes)

Protest Never Sounded So Good
"Echoes of Gutthrie, Seeger, Dylan, and Baez, but the music is better..." (iTunes)

The Most Powerful Protest Rock I've Ever Heard
"And I'll put 'Traitor' and 'Rebellion' up with anything written by Dylan... This is not Bush-bashing; this is hardcore criticism of the entire U.S. political process in its current corrupt state." (iTunes)

"Rebellion" by The Cornbread Mafia

Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I'm right
But baby I'm strong and ready to fight
I don't like what you leaders are doing,
And this is a warning.
We've got no borders but plenty of wars
The Senate is a pack of corporate-owned whores
But the populace is armed...
This ain't England!
Rebellion, rebellion, rebellion.
When I look into the future there is nothing that I see
But the hundred years of terror-fighting you have promised me
It's good for you and your rich friends,
But not for the nation.
You care nothing for the people who are paying taxes here;
You're parasitic tyrants, as your actions make it clear.
Taxation without representation? Huh!
I ain't paying.
Rebellion, rebellion, rebellion.
There's a lot more of us than they'll ever be of you
The police and military all are poor people, too
The father of our country was a general who led a rebellion.
If you don't think it could happen, then you'd better think again
The Brits could not believe when it was happening to them
But it happened and the world went on
And they're remembered as villains.
Rebellion, rebellion, rebellion.
The public's waking up so you'd better get straight
Start voting in our interests before it's too late
Most of you had nothing to do with September 11.
But if you stage another one to bring on martial law,
It'll be the biggest street fight that this country every saw
And when the smoke clears you'll all stand trial
For wartime treason.
Rebellion, rebellion, rebellion.

We have reached the point where we are now possessed of sufficient information for each individual human to dare to exercise the option to "make it" rather than having to depend on the decisions of an educated elite.
-- R. Buckminster Fuller