Stand tall for the Beast of America.
Lay down like a naked dead body,
Keep it real for the people working overtime
They can't stay living off the governments dime.
Little birds looking down at the battle grounds,
Can't fly if the wind ain't kind.
They plant seeds for the Beast of America
Putting little kids on meds and wine.
We've got to rock, rock the king in the beast
We have to shake, shake him out of his mind.
We've got to shock, shock the Beast of America,
Cuz tiptoeing soldiers ain't gonna change nobodies minds.
No, so let's go
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