Born to make or break
The fate is what we make while staring down a loaded gun
Commensurate the lairs and the saints
And hang them with their only sons
Salvation comes to those want the truth
And truth is what we f**kn say...
Cause I'm the bastard son of the law-man
This is war
Like our fathers did before...
Oh!
Come and see the beauty in the beast
And shake its patriotic hand
20 rounds of happiness to educate the lesser son of man
Mother said that days like this would come...
Mother said that days like this would come...
Three cheers for my judgment day has come...
This is war
Like our fathers did before
This is war
Passed through the fathers to the sons
And all the children sing...
Hear them sing...
Hear the screams...
This is war
Like our fathers did before
This is war
Passed through the fathers to the sons