Karaoké Now You've Got Something to Die For Lamb of God

Now you've got something to die for

Now you've got something to die for

Infidel

Imperial

Lust for blood a blind crusade

Apocalyptic we count the days

Bombs to set the people free

Blood to feed the dollar tree

Flags for coffins on the screen

Oil for the machine

Army of liberation

Gunpoint indoctrination

The fires of sedition

Fulfill the prophecy

Now you've got something to die for

Now you've got something to die for

Send the children to the fire

Sons and daughters stack the pyre

Stoke the flame of the empire

Live to lie another day

Face of hypocrisy

Raping democracy

Apocalyptic

We count the days

Oh

We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug our own grave

And drug the rest down with us

The burning home of the brave

Burn

Now you've got something to die for

Now you've got something to die for