I stand back to the wall in front of barrels’ line But stare over shoulder at sky beyond I stand back to the wall, the wall that never ruins, And ready to die for hope to reborn
In. Better. New. World.
Proletarians of all countries unite in chase of American dream!
Open fire in my chest with all the barrels’ line For drown voice of inside with dominant Open fire in my chest and maybe then I die My ashes waft and wall get left behind
I'm here. Come on!
I decide for myself, my interests are prime And even through I must remain alone I decide for myself ‘cause grown in the wrong box My flesh and blood on bullets go through the wall
Proletarians of all countries unite in chase of American dream!