| Oh say, can you fucking see
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| The missiles fall like rain
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| Bloody mountain’s majesty
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| Dead bodies on the plain
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| By the bombing’s eerie light
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| See the crimson waves of red
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| What so proudly they all fell
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| The twilight of the dead
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| America — the violent
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| The indifferent
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| God shit is grace on me
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| America — the arrogant
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| The belligerent
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| Will live in infamy
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| We the people, for no people
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| Secure the blessings of tragedy
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| Do or die, we have established
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| The scar spangled banner
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| We pledge allegiance to no god
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| Only to the blood
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| Liberty is just a dream
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| When dying in the mud
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| This, the land of the deceived, home of the depraved
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| Bombs, they drop like falling leaves
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| And the deadly flag still waves
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| America — the violent
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| The indifferent
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| God shit is grace on me
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| America — the arrogant
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| The belligerent
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| Will live in infamy
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| We the people, for no people
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| Secure the blessings of tragedy
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| Do or die, we have established
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| The scar spangled banner
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| Red — the beautiful color of blood
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| Flowing like a stream
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| White — the color of bleaching bone
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| Lovely and obscene
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| Blue — the bruising color of flesh
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| Battered, ripped and torn
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| The colors of the flag of hate
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| Of violence and porn
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| What you see is what you get
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| You haven’t see the bloody trail yet
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| I’m no patriot, just a hate-triot
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| Blood sport, my sure bet
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| See the flag, get a body bag
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| Salvation from a .44 mag
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| Nothing left, no one saved
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| Cause our goddamn motherfucking bloody ass
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| Banner still waves |