I like to keep it in the refrigerator.
Keeps the powder dry, and the action quicker.
Let me be your American Gladitor.
Find enclosed an adhesive N.R.A. sticker.
A letter t' you from where I been holed up
in this bucolic, agrarian compound.
One step ahead
just ahead
of the government bloodhound.
The gas is off, it's a national showdown.
BUT...
Sure wish that I could visit you,
my sweet betrothed.
In a couple a' days
we'll all be free,
or we'll be dead.
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
I'm fencing off this little piece of heaven.
Cross the line and you're electrocuted.
Polishing up my AK47.
It's a constitutional right, can't be refuted.
Now they got us on TV,
and makin' us look stupid.
Shot of me flippin' my lid,
at that mutt reporter,
a classic case of race dilution
Houston,
What is the problem?
I'm fighting for you, and a blue-eyed Jesus.
America first,
the rest get the pieces.
Na Na Na Na.
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Fighting for your honour,
like would any Afrikaner.
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Our numbers are strong, and it won't be long
'til I can tell you, Trisha, that we won.
You'll be ecstatic, just like that night
you told me up in the attic.
That was your wish again,
to be back in a purified Michigan
down on...! down on...!
...the farm?
Well, that's my wish again,
to be back in Michigan.
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
(Well, that's my wish again, to be back in Michigan)
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
I hope y'like the doubl
