Help us, communications are down
Static on the airwaves now
Dixie, where's the princess now she was here an hour ago
Where did you go
Fight night, bring on the bright lights
Even when we die
We will survive
I will never take aim on my kin
So this is it, reload your clip
And bring your ass out to the dance floor
This wishing well goes straight to hell
And I know it's everything you wanted
I'll wait for the whites of their eyes
The sky is falling all around
The readers lost his place
The writers thoughts are all alone, no trace
The soldiers have their orders now
The rebel yell is out
The brotherhood will ride alone
No more words to be said
The pacifist is dead
We shot him in the head
The borders have been drawn
The presidents are gone
We are all alone
I don't need no civil war