Letras
A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel
Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel
All American dignitaries and issue a nationwide
Travel advisory for any others left inside
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
The burnout shoulders of southbound traffic lay
Strewn along the cold stretch of would-be interstate
Still visible below, below the charred remains
Packed Americana planes
Your stupid fucking laser pucks were just a start
Hell, while you may stand 6 foot 2 cubits and a spare
I shepherd sling and 5 stones in our hand
The battle of 1812 lives in our hearts
We don't care if we're destroyed
We'll never capitulate
We'll take the whole fucking world down
Down with us in flames
Just a speck of fiction
No cause for alarm
We got a good 50 years left
'Til united we stand
Murals on West Broadway finally fade
And we wave goodbye to your sad childish refrains
Exchanged for other stupid lullabies
Like "you can have my guns" when you pry
Them from my cold dead hands
Just a speck of fiction