Tekster: Moxy Fruvous. Michigan Militia.

I like to keep it in the refrigerator
Keeps the powder dry, and the action quicker
Let me be your American Gladiator
Find enclosed an adhesive N.R.A. sticker

A letter to you from where I been holed up
In this bucolic, agrarian compound
One step ahead just ahead
Of the government bloodhound

The gas is off, it's a national showdown
But sure wish that I could visit you, my sweet betrothed
In a couple a' days we'll all be free, or we'll be dead

Happy Birthday, Trisha
I'm in the Michigan Militia
Happy Birthday, Trisha
I'm in the Michigan Militia

I'm fencing off this little piece of heaven
Cross the line and you're electrocuted
Polishing up my AK 47
It's a constitutional right, can't be refuted

Got us on TV and makin' us look stupid
Shot of me flippin' my lid
At that mutt reporter
A classic case of race dilution

Houston, what is the problem?
Fighting for you, and a blue-eyed Jesus
America first, the rest get the pieces
Na, na, na, na

Happy Birthday, Trisha
I'm in the Michigan Militia
Happy Birthday, Trisha
I'm in the Michigan Militia

Fighting for your honor
Like would any Afrikaner
Happy Birthday, Trisha
I'm in the Michigan Militia

Our numbers are strong, and it won't be long 'til I can tell you, Trisha
That we won, you'll be ecstatic, just like that night you told me
Up in the attic that was your wish again to be back
In a purified Michigan, down on, down on the farm

Well, that's my wish again to be back in Michigan

Happy Birthday, Trisha
I'm in the Michigan Militia
Happy Birthday, Trisha
I'm in the Michigan Militia

I hope you like the double barrel
I think it goes with your apparel
Happy Birthday, Trisha
I'm in the Michigan Militia

I like to keep it in the refrigerator