Letra de Film critiques and militia men

Face it your not a horror actor.
Why not stick to what you do?
the last one is a rotten egg,
But the first twelve get holes in the head.
You can´t tell me how to live.
We´ll kick ass and roll some heads.
I´d rather hang with my homeboy Bruce and the local Militia group.
Spinning, Spinning.
I´m Getting Nauseous.
Spinning, spun.
I´m just too old.
Live free or die.
Live free.
Die hard.
I don´t know and who cares what the devil wears.
Riding around with his head on fire Another national treasure.