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  • 作词 : Klimchuck, Klinger, Meskil
    My country tis of thee sweet land of tyranny and monarchy
    A dunce was preordained and he reigned to the best of his ability
    Oh... I'm not the enemy, you'll see that it's really true!
    There's only one of me but
    I'm doing more than all of you... and you, and you, and you!!
    All for King
    George you sold everything, truth be told
    Hail to the king of everything
    Let truth be told of the souls you sold
    You let the wise, the few get the best of you and with a noble lie all truth's denied
    When crisis seized the land, he ruled with an iron fist and a closed mind
    The gods of war began to fight leaving absolute chaos behind
    So just get inside, and we'll ride that freedom train
    Control denied, resist the wrath of
    Cain! Resist the wrath of
    Cain! All for
    King George we sold everything, truth be told
    Hail to the chief
    In utter disbelief we hang our heads and then we forge ahead between right and wrong
    But the wars are long and our days are few
    Our days are bleak and few
    He always lied to you
  • 作词 : Klimchuck, Klinger, Meskil
    My country tis of thee sweet land of tyranny and monarchy
    A dunce was preordained and he reigned to the best of his ability
    Oh... I'm not the enemy, you'll see that it's really true!
    There's only one of me but
    I'm doing more than all of you... and you, and you, and you!!
    All for King
    George you sold everything, truth be told
    Hail to the king of everything
    Let truth be told of the souls you sold
    You let the wise, the few get the best of you and with a noble lie all truth's denied
    When crisis seized the land, he ruled with an iron fist and a closed mind
    The gods of war began to fight leaving absolute chaos behind
    So just get inside, and we'll ride that freedom train
    Control denied, resist the wrath of
    Cain! Resist the wrath of
    Cain! All for
    King George we sold everything, truth be told
    Hail to the chief
    In utter disbelief we hang our heads and then we forge ahead between right and wrong
    But the wars are long and our days are few
    Our days are bleak and few
    He always lied to you