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