Under One

(álbum: W.F.O. - 1994)

Send me all your tired weak, your hungry sick disgusted
My back is broke, flame is out, eyes and head are rusted
My arms are open wide

Under one nation
Under one God
Under one nation

Under one fog

Send us all your criminal insane inflamed indignant
Your terminal infected hopeful, juvenille delinquents
My arms still open wide

Under one, under one god

Flies are fucking on my face, I watch the maggots breed
Providing everything they want, everything they need
My hands are tied, my hands are tied
Tied hands set them free
My eyes pealed to your pain
Call me liberty

I am but a part of you
Your daughters and your sons
Embrace my heart my patience now
Before it all is gone
Untie my hands, untie my hands
For blatant disregard
I see no color differences and remain always under one God

Under one God
Under one