Come on youth awake in blood
This is the time for the devil to raise with the dead
You`ve got to catch another bastard
Bring on his head
Pack your bags with your seven league boots
Primitive rage to kill the scum of the earth
Intelligent weapons your trust in God
My thouhts will be with you
Even TV said, listen powerful nation
Fight for the law and our civilisation
Planet desease, all our enemies are never too far away
Teach your children to handle the gun
No question, no criticise, nobody wants
Solvation is on the way
If you make it there, you make it everywhere

Born in fire and pain
The right direction
Born in fire and pain
I must confess
I hate your America
But you don`t care
Kids paint your flag in confidence
Blueeyed, whitewashed, bloodred
I never show my hands
This is my way of life
We capture the land on the back of our horses
With the gun in our hands to exploid the rersources
Buisiness is usual we stop for nothing
I`m gonna eat you for dinner
The history writes always the winner
This is the feedback that you get from here
Cause I don`t care

Born in fire…

What makes me hate you
What let me go so far
What makes me hate you
Is it my greed or am I envy
Who puts the fear in this world

America, America….

I hate your America
This is wrong, this is right system America
Got a picture of America, the true picture of America
What can I do, what can I say, I hate your America
God bless America, God bless America,
you got a mess to do, God bless America

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