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