Violence ablazing, gunshots replacing
The sound of the church bells and hymns
"White Jesus, save me," you'll scream like a baby
Your water is cheap bottled wine
Wake up the children
Devices are filled with the blood of their addicted hands
No service is left but the service you give to your fellow American men
Militant freaks are running over the sky
So you better run for the forest
And we're all under the cold, watchful eye
So you better hide what you're growing
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