The misery all started in 1776 When a bunch of petty farmers began fighting off the Brits You were being taxed without having anything to say A national trauma from which you suffer until this day If your nation had a psyche then I'd call it paranoid To ensure your survival all threats must be destroyed Many men have perished, many more will be undone In the Founding Fathers' quest to forge out of many, one If you are a patriot then God is on your side Impose your sense of justice, protect your way of life An inalienable right that is pa**ed from father to son To make sure the stars and stripes will always overcome Regime of Redemption With the outbreak of the civil war in 1861 Brothers were k**ing brothers, and fathers butchering sons This profound inner conflict took your confidence away Another national trauma from which you suffer until this day You still want us to be grateful for what you did in World War Two But you acted from self-interest, because the Germans were a threat to you One doesn't have to be a genius to see what's on your mind You may fool the fools but I will never trust in you and your kind Regime of Redemption If your nation has a character then it I'll never comprehend With your obtrusive attitude you're not making loyal friends You talk of mutual interest, but this alliance will not last When we're totally dependent, then Judas will shed its mask