A fight between brothers, more like a fight between nations.
My brother, my weak little colony, always following me into battle,
You weak child can't even stand without my hand,
I am your beacon of survival, your ever powering master,
I have conquered many and you stand no chance.
I am Britain, your brother, your master.
You are Britain my brother, my jailer, my torturer.
I don't need you I stand alone,
You cast a dark shadow, blocking me from the light,
With your metal bars compressing on my life,
I can't stand it; I am not weak stronger than you dare think,
Dam your stupid tea parties drown them in the dock,
I am America by dawns early light I will fight.
Nation against Nation, Brother against Brother.
Bayonets crossed standing alone on muddy fields,
With hands covered in the blood of each other's fallen
Look at your precious red coat Torn and bathed in blood,
I will never surrender all I want is my freedom,
You say you won't allow it then you charge with all your strength at my heart,
I nock you to the ground and say 'I remember when you were great'
The black rain of despair cursing down on you you're covered by the grounds mud,
You look at me as I turn and walk my battle won,
I am America you are my enemy, my foe But always my big brother
I am America I am Independent.