This is a song about "The war of 1812"

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Jesus, it's been ten month's since he died in the war

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

You want a husband, but no one has a cape

This dick of war, and i will not hesitate