Lyrics:

A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel. Cut
all diplomatic ties as we expel all American dignitaries,
and issue a nation-wide travel advisory for any others
left inside. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. The burned
out shells of south-bound traffic lay strewn across
a cold stretch of would-be interstate. Still visible
below their charred remains: Pax Americana plates.
Your stupid fucking laser-punks were just the start.
And while you may stand six full cubits and a span,
we got a shepard's sling and five stones in our hand
and the battle of 1812 lives in our heart. We don't
care if we're destroyed. We'll never capitulate. We'll
take the whole fucking world down, down with us in
flames. Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm.
We got a good 15 years left till the United We Stand
murals on West Broadway finally fade and we wave good-bye
to such sad, childish refrains. Replaced with other
stupid lullabies like 'you can have my guns when you
pry them from my cold dead hands'. Just a speculative
fiction. No cause for alarm.