"Home Of The Chained" lyrics
"Home Of The Chained"
If you just obey
They'll be no blood spilled
Do as they say
And you won't get killed
Try to sell ya truth
In a little red pill
'Til you consume
Your own free will
Tell me baby don't it sound so sweet?
C'mon tread on me
I would rather live on my feet
Than die on my knees
Hands up stick 'em outta the car
We can make this easy or make this hard
No sudden moves or we'll stop your heart
While the red, white and blue sends their regards
Freedom 'round here comes with a price
So comply or die
'Fore I change my mind
Ran by kings and built on pain
It's land of the fees and the
Home of the chained
Proud boys get a mask
And a badge and a gun
Never let 'em know
It's 99 vs 1
If we all fall in line
They'll be nothin' to fear
Somebody sound the alarm
That nobody can hear
Hands up stick 'em outta the car
We can make this easy or make this hard
No sudden moves or we'll stop your heart
While the red, white and blue sends their regards
Freedom 'round here comes with a price
So comply or die
'Fore I change my mind
Ran by kings and built on pain
It's land of the fees and the
Home of the chained
Tell me baby don't it sound so sweet
C'mon tread on me
I would rather live on my feet
Than die on my knees
Hands up stick 'em outta the car
We can make this easy or make this hard
No sudden moves or we'll stop your heart
While the red, white and blue sends their regards
Freedom 'round here comes with a price
So comply or die
'Fore I change my mind
Ran by kings and built on pain
It's land of the fees and the
Home of the chained
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- Bryan Andrews Lyrics
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