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Oh say can you fucking see |
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The missiles fall like rain |
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Bloody mountains majesty |
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By the bombing's eerie light |
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Dead bodies on the plain |
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See the crimsons waves of red |
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What so proudly they all fell |
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The twilight of the dead[Chorus:] |
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America - the violent |
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The indifferent |
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God shit is grace on me |
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America - the arrogant |
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The belligerent |
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Will live in infamy |
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We the people, for no people |
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Secure the blessings of tragedy |
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Do or dain we have enstablished |
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The scar spangled banner[Solo - G. Holt] |
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We pledge allegiance to no god |
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Only to the blood |
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Liberty is just a dream |
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When dying in the mud |
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This, the land of the deceived, home of the depraved |
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Bombs, they drop like falling leaves |
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And the deadly flag still waves[Repeat Chorus] |
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Red - the beautiful color of blood |
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Flowing like a stream |
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White - the color of bleaching bone |
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Lovely and obscene |
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Blue - the bruising color of flesh |
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Battered, ripped and torn |
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The colors of the flag of hate |
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Of violence and porn |
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What you see is what you get |
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You haven't see the bloody trail yet |
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I'm no patriot, just a hate-triot |
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Blood sport, my sure bet |
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See the flag, get a body bag |
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Salvation form a .44 mag. |
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Nothing left, no one saved |
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Cause our goddamn motherfucking bloody ass |
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Banner still waves[Solo R. Hunolt] |
