Now You've Got Something To Die For

Now you've got something to die for

Now you've got something to die for



Infidel, Imperial

Lust for blood, a blind crusade

Apocalyptic, we count the days



Bombs to set the people free

Blood to feed the dollar tree

Flags for coffins on the screen

Oil for the machine



Army of liberation

Gunpoint indoctrination

The fires of sedition

Fulfill the prophecy



Now you've got something to die for

Now you've got something to die for



Send the children to the fire

Sons and daughters stack the pyre

Stoke the flame of the empire

Live to lie another day



Face of hypocrisy

Raping the democracy

Apocalyptic, we count the days



We'll never get out of this hole

Until we've dug our own grave

And drag the rest down with us

The burning home of the brave burn



Now you've got something to die for

Now you've got something to die for