Letra de U.s.s.a

Fields Of Freedom Sown With My Blood
Agent Orange Death From Above
C.C.C.P I See Red
P.M.R.C You´re Better Off Dead

My Country Tis Of Thee
Sweet Land Of Anarchy
Lost Souls Can´t Be Saved
Cause We´re All Living For The Grave
They Try And Tell Me That I´m Free
But Pinko Maggots All I See
Like A Rate Caught In A Trap
You´ve Been Taking All Their Crap

[Chorus:]
Do What They Say
Just A Slave
Cradle To Grave