From the Inside
(Indisponível)
When I was a young boy I didn�t understand what my father said,
About how he fought to save this land, and now he wishes he were dead.
They spit upon his good name, take away his right to speak,
The fill our land with aliens, they make my father weep.
But now I understand it,
I�ve seen for myself
I am on the inside looking out at you
I see the answer is in my hands.
The trouble with this nation, is they forget to easily,
They say stand in line you don�t come first they preach racial harmony.
My father fought to stop one invasion, now he knows that war was insane,
When peace time comes the doors are thrown open, and others invade again.
So you listen to me boy don't just stand & stare,
Stand up to be counted, show this land you care.
Raise our standards with pride, keep the white flame bright
Stem this rising tide, put the aliens to flight.
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