Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,. For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.. It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,. And it makes us all part of the patriot game..
I sold my soul for you. You cut my life in two. Nightmares from what I've seen and where I've been. Made me run from you again. . Controlling, big brother's eye.
When Eve was in the garden. Adam climbed an apple tree. He went aloft up to the top. To see what he could see. . He gazed in awe of what he saw. That made the poor man grieve.
Come all you young rebels and list while we sing. For the love of one's country is a terrible thing. It banishes fear with the speed of a flame. And it makes us all part of the patriot game.