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Stars fall on the fourth of July, (Hell yeah.) |
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Oh, it sounds like a war outside. (Hell yeah.) |
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Half mast '96, |
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Old glory's getting older. |
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Ripped and torn apart, |
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Who desecrated, separated? Has this country been invaded? |
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She say's warning, |
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Your last warning, |
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The network's warning, |
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Warning. |
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Manufactured bombs |
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In our basements, in our bedrooms. |
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We'll mail them off to NYC, |
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Oh, OK city, its a pity, all the victims in the cities. |
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She say's warning, |
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Your last warning, |
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One more warning, |
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Warning. |
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Stars fall down on the fourth of July, |
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Oh, it sounds... like a war outside. |
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Like a war outside. |
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Like a war outside. |
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Scenic artificial pride, (Hell yeah.) |
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Oh, is sounds like a war outside. (Hell yeah.) |
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Rockets over seas, |
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It's your captains one last order. |
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Women children first, |
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She's going down, going down. Pray your sins have been passed over. |
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Warning, warning, |
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She says warning, |
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One last warning, |
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Warning. |
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Yeah. |
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Stripes break up across the sky, (Hell yeah.) |
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Oh, it sounds like a war outside. (Hell yeah.) |
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It sounds like a war outside, (Hell yeah.) |
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It sounds like a war outside. |
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It sounds like a war outside, (Hell yeah.) |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. |