Now Youve 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 the 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 democracy

Apocalyptic, we count the days.



We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug our own grave

And drug 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.