Sweet land of liberty, my life I give to thee, promise you give to me, Kings & Queens should not be.
This country open wide, no need to ever hide, freedom of foolish pride, place where the courage died.
The king of kings has said, to paint the doorways red, no place to rest my head, before the evil dead.
So hear the seer sign, and drink the bloody wine, their fascism in line, with words that once were mine.