Rednecks in pick-up trucks Make a right on red Smash a 2 x 4 across my brain Nixon's children, tattooed frenzy Hurricane of blood I hear somebody say "it's Miller time" Are these fucks for real? A locker room is in my veins My country's brainwashed by the Gym coach Ton Ton Macoute Macho horsecock, Rambo bloodlust, plain stupidity Testosterone gone wild I'm getting so sick and fed up It's almost real it's all for you I get delusions of grandeur all the time I took quite a blow to the head Your fat children get religion; now they follow me The freaks have finally risen up Your way of life is totally over It's almost real it's all for you I get visions. My finger's in your daughter, and I'm buggering your son full of the ugly truth. It's almost real it's all for you Nothing will be left