We live in a country, safe and secure
Do we really believe, are visions obscure...

Born in a country, where the mountains rule
Where getting a wife, cost the price of a mule...

I stand at the sink, stare directly ahead
My colorless cheeks, once a pink rosy red...

James enjoys dirt, his clothes stay a mess
cars, planes, and trains, but likes this girl Jess...

Who do we turn too, who do we blame
The battlefield sight, of souls killed in vain...

We all have a dark side, everything on earth
Except for me, been this way since birth...

He lives far away, in the coldest of states
A cute little boy, with a special skilled trait...