The Skels - American men

We've been down to hell and back

With plunder we've returned

We seen the souls of some turn black

And felt the lash's burn

While lamentations filled the night

And tortured shadows crept

We made it through the blood and blight

When lesser hearts have wept



Let's hit the road

Come and take my hand

From sea to sea

This great land stands

A nation before

A nation again

A nation for all American men



I recall the darkest night before the longest day

Searching for that long lost might upon my knees I pray

I’d suffer much and maybe die

To keep the ones I love alive

To see our banner flying high against the bluest sky



I'll kill for whiskey in a glass

I'll sip it slow and make it last

In barrel, flagon, keg or flask

Let’s run the colors up the mast

To toast the fallen heroes slain

To toast the bodies on the plain

Our hope and courage will remain

Until our dying day