Fields Of Freedom Sown With My Blood  Agent Orange Death From Above  C.C.C.P I See Red  P.M.R.C You're Better Off Dead    My Country Tis Of Thee  Sweet Land Of Anarchy  Lost Souls Can't Be Saved  Cause We're All Living For The Grave  They Try And Tell Me That I'm Free  But Pinko Maggots All I See  Like A Rate Caught In A Trap  You've Been Taking All Their Crap    [Chorus:]  Do What They Say  Just A Slave   Cradle To Grave