Fools run the government, sick foreign policy.
Their words sound valiant but their hands are green.
Unending quest for power, Taxes that make us slaves.
Don't believe a word of it ignore the fucked up things they say.
I'm gonna make it on my own, Dictator on a throne.
Make my own philosophy, U.S. of me.
A citizen who's really pissed, United Anarchists.
Give me death or liberty, I am my own country.
United States Confederate of Me.
Old whigs in parliament play bedroom politics.
Salacious stories make them look obscene.
Spin on your nemesis, fill up the news today.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
Don't believe a word of it not all the fucked up things they say.
it's all me, No secret police.