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They say you're in the blood so you're runnin' through whatever is in your veins... Sew the pages shut, sew the pages so the colors still look the same. I say let 'em run, I say let the colors run through your Souther Hands. And I could be a fist cause I wanna be an American... We took the chains off... But kept the rebels. for the world, the flesh, and your devil. Show me all your love, show me open all the calvary in my name Raise it like a flag, raise it on the gallows if there's a price they'll pay So give me all your grace, give me all the good you crown with your Southern Hands.. and I could be a fist cause I wanna be an American We took the chains off... But kept the rebels for the world, the flesh, and your devil. Hate the hand on my heart, you swept it under the flag you stoop so low.. smile, generals make the cross federal but my God doesn't believe in America... ha ha We took the chains off... But kept the rebels. For the world, the flesh, and your devil. From Letras Mania