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There's a human rights worker that chopped off her headEmbedded(?) reporter dismembered now and deadTheres a dozen bloody corpses hanging off a bridgeDemocracy and freedom rotting in a ditchTheres a six year old boy (?) for a footGotta ask my president ''that's how Al-Qaida look''I'll give you my things, all of my belongingsYou can have em allDo with them as you see fitAs for me, my fuse is litSo if you're getting fingered and you're getting fuckedYou think you might consider blowing yourself up?They occupy, kill most of your familyCould you look them in the eyes, shake their hands and praise democracy?Did you think that your faith could save them from their own?Do you believe your providence holds more weight than all their bones?I'll give you all my things, all my belongingsYou can have em allDo with them as you see fitAs for me, my fuse is litSo you better tax the churches let them pay up for this warDraft every CEO's son, hang a reef on a mansion doorThen we'll separate churches from the stateTry to separate the loving from the hateDon't want to be ashamed to be called an AmericanRefuse to be ashamed to be called an American Aus Songtexte Mania