Tekster:
Cobra Skulls American Rubicon

forgot the reason why we got into this and why we're bickering (what's the reasoning?) we're different but the same you call it a competition I call

I don't think that Ian Would approve of what I'm seeing The substance you abuse I call another human being You're not convincing me To come to your

The golden age is never coming back Getting out was not part of the plan You are just a victim of an older time Falling behind in exponential times

Well we've all got the right Guaranteed by a state And even a god Demands that it's my job Just to procreate For everyone to feed Something's gotta bleed

This economy has been taken under siege by an industry that's been dictated militarily dependent on oil under foreign soil like a locomotive waiting

Am I the end? Am I the beginning? Or am I just a product of infidelity Between and immigrant and a rich girl? You better never make The same fucking

ground? I say It is conspiracy Can't you see what I see? Fabricated answers Evidence ignored Maybe just an evil way To call us all to war They say You're un-American

Eager to burn old glory But the colors are too faded I've been abandoned by america Or have I betrayed it? We plant freedom in a foreign land But you