Now you've got something to die for. 
Infidel, Imperial 
Lust for blood, a blind [bad word] 
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. 
Send the childrean to the fire, sons and daugthers 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 [bad word] the rest down with us, the burning home of the brave 
Burn. 
Now you've got something to die for.