The tears fall from her Tiffany eyes
And lacerations on her Lenox heart
Her ruby lips tell only lies
Her loyalties ready to depart
How she is green is with envy
Of those who can walk about
With Manolo shoes, each a facsimile
What she must do without
The blood glistens red
Seen in their eyes, white
Across the ocean blue
This is our land, we do decree
We have all been bred
To conquer and smite
Oh I beg of you
Love this country
