U.S. OUT OF NEW ENGLAND

I want to be a fucking thorn in the side of the world

born to bite the hand that feeds the fucking hook down our throats

every day is a fucking rule I fail to break

we're the prey, we get paid and we pay for the bait

 

everything is not fine

 

our Father who aren't in Heaven

I don't dream in American

war drums don't move my feet

the human race can run without me

 

everything is not fine

(let the empire expire, little pink houses on fire)

 

U.S. out of New England