Glazing upon the blood riddles
Where my fellow brethren lay dead.
My cold hands numbly grip my rifle

and i wonder;
Is this really the land of the free?
in a plight for liberty against the elite

A danger to society is what they decree.
A lust for power, a thirst for money
We've been here before, we need not plea or be ignore

We will arise
Defending the weak, destroying the elite


Solo

As we did to King George we will defy.

the world will hear our cry, of our once
proud nation.
The land of the free the home to the brave.


The bombs pounded our shores.
Don't tread on me


The United Nations arose
Don't tread on me


Oppose! Rebel! Fight!
Don't tread on me


Live free or die.
Don't tread on me cuz we will fight back