You were born into this world That never gave you much to take from And to save yourself Just tricks of all kind And this land With its history so heavy You would develop scoliosis Right around the age of nine You're a North Pole Just a North Pole Quickly tell me now that you want me That the only thing left to do Wanna crush and burn Move over, now it's my turn From our fathers And fathers of our fathers Proudly historically screwed ♪ Dying in the living room To the music from America So proudly universal That they like to call it soul Oh, what to do with All of this potential Once my uncle had a tank Now he's a tanker of the highest rank ♪ I'm a North Pole Just North Pole Quickly tell me now that you want me That the only thing left to do Wanna crush and burn Move over, now it's my turn From our fathers And fathers of our fathers Proudly historically screwed ♪ Oh, I wanna love this time One day my love will Burn it to the ground