Torn Country Letra

woke up one morning to the sound of a communist crying for money, begging for honey pointing at me, the imperialist so i got up and listened to him when he told me of a foreign land No ways, no bread to eat, no butter, no meat with solidarity the only friend from the east side to the west side the five state side eleven state side from the poor side to the rich side from the outside to the inside no more red flags no more surveillance on every day no false believers, no more deceivers we believe in the western way so i made all my friends help him give him shelter, give him faith he brought all his mates with similar fates we helped him out, what a hard, hard race from the east side to the west side the five state side eleven state side from the poor side to the rich side from the outside to the inside this country is not one, this country is not one (torn country) we tried to help rebuild their country with all out money and all our power they spit back at us, denying the past every hour was a wasted hour Now he´s standing right before me with a laugh in his fat rat face he´s f**king my wife, with my car for a drive and starts to drag me to his eatern maze from the east side....