Letras: Six Feet Under. Bringer Of Blood. Amerika The Brutal.

I'd rather die, than to live in this fucked world
Mr. President, I'm not here to do your dirty work
Alone, I think I'm fighting a losing battle
Worth dying, not for oil

No war, Amerika the brutal
Listen, it's a fucking joke
And they make you believe it, on the TV

That's how they deceive you
I watch and I listen and I question their reasons
You know what, I don't fuckin' believe em

No war Amerika the brutal
When I want to know the future
I look into the past, I think of my best friend
And his stories of Vietnam

And now I got a cousin fighting
In Iraq and I want her, coming back
I'm not afraid to speak my own mind
I don't use the first amendment to hide behind

I'm guaranteed that freedom, I'm born with that right
And for that I'm ready to fight
I'd rather die than to live in this fucked world
Fake president, I'm not here to do your dirty work

Alone, I think, I'm fighting
This losing battle, worth dying
No war, Amerika the brutal