Red Dawn Letra

I'm finite, violent.
“All that hate will burn you up, boy.”“It's that hate that keeps me warm.” “How old's your wife?” “80 years old.” Q: “How old are you?” A: “80 years old.” Q: “What's up your ass?” A: “Don't you say ass---boy, I'll kill you!" "What you said, boy---it was wrong, boy.” Q: “What did I do girl, what did I do?” “I was a partisan. Now I'm a policeman. Castro, Cuba, Angola, and Burma.“ Moscow bread-riot = Warsaw bread-riot. Warsaw hate-fuck = Moscow hate-fuck.