When the pitchforks come
This nation will live out a second birth
We are born of blood and grit that doesn’t quit
We take solace in quiet honor
knowing that we cannot be denied our birthrights by anyone other than ourselves

Beautiful is the tapestry that weaves our society together
A cauldron of culture makes magic happen behind our eyes
And soon, we will march up that storied hill
Pitchforks in hand as a symbol of our trials
We rise up from the bottom of the night like the first sun
And make our voices known
Be it by ballot or battle
This will be a country of the people
NOT one of talking paper telling greasy lies
But one of talking custodians of the flame of freedom
Be brave
I dare you
Be bold in your actions and your words
And we will prevail once again against the dreary gray eyes that only cry the blood of others
We are AmeriCANS
And we are not to be trifled with
They can fight us with chemicals that try to dim our shine and drown our appetite for freedom
But soon
The deception will come to an end
And we will be freer than this planet has ever been
So join me on this noble quest
To reclaim the sky as our own
Raise your pitchfork high
And cry out loud!

GIVE ME AMERICA
OR GIVE ME DEATH!