Rednecks in pick-up trucksMake a right on redSmash a 2 x 4 across my brainNixon's children, tattooed frenzyHurricane of bloodI hear somebody say "it's Miller time"Are these fucks for real?A locker room is in my veinsMy country's brainwashed by theGym coach Ton Ton MacouteMacho horsecock, Rambo bloodlust, plain stupidityTestosterone gone wildI'm getting so sick and fed upIt's almost real it's all for youI get delusions of grandeur all the timeI took quite a blow to the headYour fat children get religion; now they follow meThe freaks have finally risen upYour way of life is totally overIt's almost real it's all for youI get visions. My finger's in your daughter, andI'm buggering your son full of the ugly truth.It's almost real it's all for youNothing will be left
