All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

There Ought To Be A Law About You Coming Around.

You Hurt The Ones That I Love Best And Cover Up The Truth With Lies. One Day You'll Be In The Ditch, Flies Buzzin' Around Your Eyes.

They Self-inflict Punishment On Their Own Broken Lives, Put Their Faith In Their Possessions, In Their Jobs, Or Their Wives.

The Battle Outside Raging Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls.

Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.