Sure we had a reputation   For being weak and rude   And I guess there ain't no saying   What's the truth   We used to rather mind our business   And take care of it too   Still we like to keep to ourselves now   How 'bout you?      Sing a song for a mad ol' country   No place like home   Just a song for this mad ol' towa   The north will rise again!   It's rising!      So we liked to drink our whiskey   For a forth sight in a row   And go raisin' hell down south   What a real bloody horrorshow   And yes, we take a lot of pride, man   In what we are and what we do   At least we have integrity, son   How 'bout you?      It's rising:   Can you hear it honey?      Now for all ye unbelievers   Just let the truth be knows   You can take a an out of here, girl   But never above      It's rising!