Now you've got something to die for Now you've got something to die for
Infidel, Imperial Lust for blood, a blind crusade Apocalyptic, we count the days
Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine Army of liberation, gunpoint indoctrination The fires of sedition, fulfill the prophecy
Now you've got something to die for Now you've got something to die for
Send the children to the fire, sons and daugthers stack the pyre Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy Apocalyptic, we count the days
We'll never get out of this hole Until we've dug our own grave And drag the rest down with us The burning home of the brave Burn
Now you've got something to die for Now you've got something to die for