I remember that gloomy nine eleven day
I watched them towers fall like jenga blocks
I got on my knees and spoke to Christ and then I decided to pray
What those brown men did to those planes and towers
Was enough to make me join up
I spoke to Christ and god who I know are the both white highest powers
Then I went to Iraq and told them how I feel
We took the America back from the tyrant in the desert
His golden palace left to crumble from dust storms and his camels died too
The American Dream starts with me and you
White man rejoice
The patriots way
Join the army
And blow them sand devils away