Death March on Two, Ready?

They say you're in the blood so you're runnin' through whatever is in your veins
 Sew the pages shut, sew the pages so the colors still look the same
 I say let 'em run, I say let the colors run through your Southern Hands
 And I could be a fist cause I wanna be an American
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 We took the chains off
 But kept the rebels
 For the world, the flesh, and your devil
 Show me all your love, show me open all the calvary in my name
 Raise it like a flag, raise it on the gallows if there's a price they'll pay
 So give me all your grace, give me all the good you crown with your Southern Hands
 And I could be a fist cause I wanna be an American
 We took the chains off
 But kept the rebels
 For the world, the flesh, and your devil
 Hate the hand on my heart, you swept it under the flag
 You stoop so low
 Smile, generals make the cross federal
 But my god doesn't believe in America
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 We took the chains off
 But kept the rebels
 For the world, the flesh, and your devil