with blood in the eye

the marines are coming
the marines are coming
the guardians of freedom are running
with guns drawn, they are shooting
the people of the land in the name of freedom

they're squelching dissenters
lest fear trap the loyal in movement and care
rallying 'round god cloaked in red, white and blue

they capture strange folk skinned in black and brown
as their children kill friends near the cottage gate
for blood has moistened their eyes
and their hands are red from weeping

the land must be defended in the time of crisis
though we be the crisis whose time has come