As the morals of our mother land go tumbling to the ground
We know the battle's coming to reclaim the land so proud
St. Michael will defend us and the true cause will prevail
Good will stand as victor and the evil ways will fail
(chorus)
Defend us in battle from the evils that we face
Defend us in battle for the future of our race
Defend us in battle from the evils that we face
Defend us in battle for the future of our race
Corruption of the money man can just lead to despair
But the profits aren't as corrupt as the pusher and his wares
The spread of AIDS that's caused by gays, in the closet they should stay
And the right to life is a noble fight that will never fade away
(chorus)
The working man must understand his country's being sold
As the Godless Marxist hypocrites join hands in their revolt
The new Crusade, the Confederacy, we'll fight for what is ours
And when we fly the Stars & Stripes we're gonna fly the Stars & Bars
(chorus)
Father Coughlin was a glimmer of great White hope when he proclaimed
That the banker and the Bolshevik must be driven from our land
The sun will rise and three sevens will mean perfection for our home
And we'll put fire to subversive lies and the books that don't belong
(chorus)
We know the battle's coming to reclaim the land so proud
St. Michael will defend us and the true cause will prevail
Good will stand as victor and the evil ways will fail
(chorus)
Defend us in battle from the evils that we face
Defend us in battle for the future of our race
Defend us in battle from the evils that we face
Defend us in battle for the future of our race
Corruption of the money man can just lead to despair
But the profits aren't as corrupt as the pusher and his wares
The spread of AIDS that's caused by gays, in the closet they should stay
And the right to life is a noble fight that will never fade away
(chorus)
The working man must understand his country's being sold
As the Godless Marxist hypocrites join hands in their revolt
The new Crusade, the Confederacy, we'll fight for what is ours
And when we fly the Stars & Stripes we're gonna fly the Stars & Bars
(chorus)
Father Coughlin was a glimmer of great White hope when he proclaimed
That the banker and the Bolshevik must be driven from our land
The sun will rise and three sevens will mean perfection for our home
And we'll put fire to subversive lies and the books that don't belong
(chorus)