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Tearing down the highway with a fury like fuckin hell
And it's just like hell cause it hurts like fuckin hell
They fuckin hate us
And it aint no trick or coincidence
They're exclusive to the West
They'll kill you and they'll eat you
Or sometimes they'll fuckin kill you just because
American skulls
American skulls
There's maybe ten, there might be twelve
And they all got fuckin chains
And probably one of 'em's got a rapier and a gun
They fuckin hate us
And they aint hating just for hate's sake
When they hate your fuckin face
And when they aint hating your face off
They hate your ass They love your fuckin guts
American skulls
American skulls
From Terra Haute to Bariboo
From St. Joe to Pittsburgh, PA
From the Everglades to the Behring fuckin Straight
They fuckin hate us
They'll cut your fuckin nuts off
Pop a wheelie and they'll split
Or they'll kill you and they'll eat you
Sometimes they'll fuckin kill you just because
American skulls
American skulls