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[Zack sings:] Pack up your guns; you're going to need them Because outside your house, there's a war Yea and if you don't look like you don't even breath then There ain't nothing sacred here anymore I'm from the USA USA USA I'm from the USA, yea! Lock up your shit so no one can steal it Because the enemy lives outside your door At least that's what you're made to believe in Without fear, you ain't got no control I'm from the USA USA USA I'm from the USA, yea! You treat 'em like you don't look down You run out, you just breed more So send out all you can, You lose them, you just send more Letras de cancionesYou treat 'em like you don't look down You treat 'em like that La la, la la la, laaaa (La la, la la la, laaaa) La la, la la la, laaaa (La la, la la la, laaaa) Load up your guns!! Load up your guns!! AHHHH, DON'T YOU KNOW WHERE I COME FROM??? I'M FROM THE USA!!! USA!!! USA!!! I'M FROM THE USA!!! YEA! YEA! YEA! YEA! YEA! YEA! YEA! YEA! From Letras Mania