(All)
I like to keep it in the refrigerator.
(Mike speaking through distortion)
Keeps the powder dry, and the action quicker.
(All)
Let me be your American Gladitor.
(Mike speaking)
Find enclosed an adhesive N.R.A. sticker.

(Mike speaking)
A letter t' you from where I been holed up
in this bucolic, agrarian compound.
One step ahead
(rest)
just ahead
(Mike speaking)
of the government bloodhound.

The gas is off, it's a national showdown.
(deep voice)
BUT...
(All)
Sure wish that I could visit you,
my sweet betrothed.
(Mike speaking)
In a couple a' days
we'll all be free,
or we'll be dead.

(Jian)
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.

(All)
I'm fencing off this little piece of heaven.
(Mike speaking)
Cross the line and you're electrocuted.
(All)
Polishing up my AK47.
(Mike speaking)
It's a constitutional right, can't be refuted.

(Mike speaking)
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

(All)
Houston,

(Mike speaking)
What is the problem?
(All)
I'm fighting for you, and a blue-eyed Jesus.
(Mike speaking)
America first,
the rest get the pieces.

(All)
Na Na Na Na.

(All)
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...!

(Mike speaking)
...the farm?

(moog solo)

(Mike speaking)
Well, that's my wish again,
to be back in Michigan.

(All)
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 double barrel,
I think it goes with your apparel.
Happy Birthday, Trisha,
(Well, that's my wish again, to be back in Michigan)
I'm in the Michigan Militia.

(All)
I like to keep it in the refrigerator.


From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, banjo, wurlitzer, rhodes, moog; Jian-vocals, drunks; Mike-lead vocal; Murray-vocals, bass; Stephen Traub-disgruntled adult)