Rednecks in pick-up trucks Make a right on red Smash a 2 x 4 across my brain Nixon's children, tattooed frenzy Hurricane of blood I hear somebody say "it's Miller time" Are these f**s for real? A locker room is in my veins My country's brainwashed by the Gym coach Ton Ton Macoute Macho horseco*k, Rambo bloodlust, plain stupidity Testosterone gone wild I'm getting so sick and fed up It's almost real & it's all for you
I get delusions of grandeur all the time I took quite a blow to the head Your fat children get religion; now they follow me The freaks have finally risen up Your way of life is totally over It's almost real & it's all for you I get visions. My finger's in your daughter, and I'm buggering your son full of the ugly truth. It's almost real & it's all for you Nothing will be left