Aryan Nation

Cutting life with a razor’s edge

When you can’t sleep but still go to bed

You can deal

You can deal

You can deal but you can’t ever win

Go back home to below your station

Like a refugee from the aryan nation

Can appeal

Can appeal

Can appeal

But you’re still them within

Tell me stories of famous men

I can’t see myself in them

We could steal

We could steal

We could steal

But we’re stealing from them

And I see them standing outside of the casino

And in their eyes are things that you and I could never know

Throwing down with the least provocation

With that vintage steel from your dad’s generation

Are we out on bail or just a week’s vacation?

Getting high it’s a family tradition

Adding one more kid to a cycle that’s vicious

Can appeal

Can appeal

Can appeal

But you’ll still be them, them, them, them

Tell me stories of famous men

I can’t see myself in them

We could steal

We could steal

We could steal

But we’re stealing from them

And I see them standing outside of the casino

And in their eyes are things that you and I could never know