Your stars we bombed from the skies
to show you what democracy´s like.
And our stripes were disguise
of blood on our pikes.
If your willing to starve,
to give half of your heart,
to the honour of our brave killing men,
then you´ll be part´
To the bone, to the flesh,
your knees on the floor
your heads shake in war
for peace not to disappear in a crash.