A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel.
Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel all American
dignitaries, and issue a nation-wide travel
advisory for any others left inside. Nowhere to
run. Nowhere to hide. The burned out shells of
south-bound traffic lay strewn across a cold
stretch of would-be interstate. Still visible
below their charred remains: Pax Americana plates.
Your stupid fucking laser-pucks were just the
start. And while you may stand six full cubits and
a span, we got a shepard's sling and five stones
in our hand and the battle of 1812 lives in our
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/Ey56heart. We don't care if we're destroyed. We'll
never capitulate. We'll take the whole fucking
world down, down with us in flames. Just a
speculative fiction. No cause for alarm. We got a
good 15 years left till the United We Stand murals
on West Broadway finally fade and we wave good-bye
to such sad, childish refrains. Replaced with
other stupid lullabies like "you can have my
guns when you pry them from my cold dead
hands". Just a speculative fiction. No cause
for alarm.