Come on down to the USA where everyone is free

But once you're here, i'll tell you now, that's when you will see

For everyone will close your eyes and refuse a truth to tell

Because wars are fought in our streets and it's all a silent hell

You may keep your religion, and your cultures may even keep your life

But beware my friend; watch your back for society has a knife

Well now you're here with hand on heart to blindly say your praise

For when you do your dues are paid and the rich all get their raise

Now take a seat in our bowl of multi region stew

But understand you are now, part of this old crew

Beware; beware for you may see some meat, some broth, a spoon

and the politics that we call spice will probably kill you soon

The spoon is something we call a draft that comes for your son

and no matter what, no matter where you know you can not run

It will scoop you up and take you to a mouth that we call war

And now the ugly truth of here shall shake you to your core

I told you to beware my friend cause either a pick, or gun, or car

No matter what you are my friend i know you wont get far

This place is now a mad house with its rules and leaders too

But i told you at the start you are part of this old crew.