Red on White on Blue lyrics

The crazy sons of the pioneers have everything to fear, armed to the teeth in backcountry heat, bunkered down in Idaho. The lazy sons of the pioneers have nothing to fear. Cheerleaders and varsity songs, waxed up, jacked up motor cars- they tell you that's American. The crazy sons of the pioneers see beyond the next war. Rations, rifles, lonely brigades, insanely defending a homemade state- I tell you that's American!