Take me back to the homeland
It's all Ive had its become all I am
My land, my pride, and my flag
Nothing to hide except the past
People die so that the soil lasts
My empire will never pass
Eternal taxes from axis to axis
Commit to peace through casual violence
Apple pies, red delicious lies, and amnesia
Saviors and hero's that's the ideal that's the idea
Protectors like crusaders feel zeal with a righteous cry
Drone strikes over the people we choose to die
Money is denied for most of the lives
On empty expect everyone to strive for
Picket fences a couple kids need more than more
Work harder as long as me and friends got ours
I love my country I suffer for its health
I work to death to produce its wealth
Can't even tell I'm proud of hell