Saddle up cowboy we’re on a mission from God
It’s time to take matters into our hands
Word on the street’s we found some oil again
But it’s all in these desert sands
We made a generous offer of a penny a gallon
But these rats chose to hide in their caves
Negotiations have failed, this is our best shot
Surf’s up, let’s hit the waves
Ships are sighted close to shore
We see colors: red, white, and blue
Soldiers running from the beach
Who knows? It could be you
There’s a B-52 flying over my house
I hope the kids got out okay
But even so, where can we go?
Our number’s up today
Red alert over Syria
Red alert in Venezuela
Let’s nuke North Korea
Make a new Hiroshima
Join up, boys and girl, we’re on a mission from Trump
It’s time to take matters into our hands
Heard there were Commies *gasp* still in Cuba aw
We’ve got to show them, this wont stand
Another fight, another war, make their countries our whore
There’s no way we won’t win
So saddle up cowboy, this ain’t your first rodeo
Uncle Sam is at it again
The sky’s gone dark from the F-16s
No rock left unturned
Napalm is our only light
But it caught me, so I burned
I look down on the scene, it feels like a dream
But I can still smell the flames
My homeland burns, but the world still turns
As your watch your football games
Red alert over Syria
Red alert in Venezuela
Let’s nuke North Korea
Make a new Hiroshima
Rising Texas band continue the crushing momentum of 2018's debut with a
streamlined EP showcasing their uncompromising screamo sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2019