Mad Ol´Country - The Black League

Sure we had a reputation

For being weak and rude

And I guess there ain’t no saying

What’s the truth

We used to rather mind our business

And take care of it too

Still we like to keep to ourselves now

How 'bout you?

Sing a song for a mad ol' country

No place like home

Just a song for this mad ol' towa

The north will rise again!

It’s rising!

So we liked to drink our whiskey

For a forth sight in a row

And go raisin' hell down south

What a real bloody horrorshow

And yes, we take a lot of pride, man

In what we are and what we do

At least we have integrity, son

How 'bout you?

It’s rising:

Can you hear it honey?

Now for all ye unbelievers

Just let the truth be knows

You can take a an out of here, girl

But never above

It’s rising!