Treasony is running thick, the father of despair. They ve come down from a foreign land, to steal from the commonman. The hard won freedoms that were fought in another time, For this land, Our promised land. They ve come to take away my land, my promised land. I said they ve come to take away my land from a foreign land.
Conspiracy is an ugly word, no one really knows for sure.
Secrets pass through the centuries, only by the chosen few. Lumping us all together under their Socialist brotherhood. They ve come to take away my land, my promised land. I said they ve come to take away my land from a foreign land. The Masses don t make the history, Its only by the driven few.