Оригинален текст
This land is very small
A b*m scrawl with people crawl (?)
Americas the greatest way
Im counting thoughts; Im counting days
Well I know its true, cuz God told me to tell it to you
I know its true; a God told me to tell it to you
This metal cuts my skin
America has eaten my cousin
Green boots and a hard green helmet
I feel so bad cuz Im left and spent
I know its true, cuz God told me to tell it to you (X2)
A God told me to tell it to you (X4)