Now
you've got something
to die for.
Infidel, Imperial
Lust for blood,
a blind crusade
Apocalyptic, we
count the days.
Bombs to set the
people free, blood
to feed the dollar
tree
Flags for coffins
on the screen, oil
for the machine
Army of the liberation,
gunpoint indoctination
The fires of sedition
Fulfill the prophecy.
Now you've got something
to die for.
Send the children
to the fire, sons
and daughters stack
the pyre
Stoke the flame
of the empire, live
to lie another day
Face of hypocrisy,
raping democracy
Apocalyptic, we
count the days.
We'll never get
out of this hole
until we've dug
our own grave
And drug the rest
down with us, the
burning home of
the brave
Burn.
Now you've got something
to die for. |