Where have my countrymen gone? All your patriots are just millionaires And look what they've done They just puncture you and destroy the heir All your countrymen gone They just picked up and left when the west was won And where are they now? Well, a secret assassin has taken some One good thing about the feeling Operate and keep me stale Will my warm heart ever fail? Will my warm heart ever fail? I am bore from two sides With an eagerness of the newly free Are you dead or alive When your country's mottos don't tread on me One good thing about the feeling Operate and keep me stale Will my warm heart ever fail? Will my warm heart ever fail? Will it fail? will it fail?