Now you've got something to die for. Infidel, Imperial Lust for blood, a blind crusade Apocalyptic, we count the days. Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine Army of the liberation, gunpoint indoctrination The fires of sedition Fulfill the prophecy.
Now you've got something to die for. Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy Apocalyptic, we count the days. We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug our own grave And drug the rest down with us, the burning home of the brave Burn