Welcome to America
The land of the free
And the home of the sane
Here in America
There isn’t much to see
Unless you’re in the clutches of insanity and pain

Uncle Sam is watching
Step out of line
You get a bullet in the head
All to protect Uncle Sam
Bow to him and everything will be fine

The time is coming
Uncle Sam will face trial by fire
Anarchy will reign
It is coming
We the insane will rise
And burn Uncle Sam on his funeral pyre
To put an end to the people’s pain