One more verse!

You yellow dogs who whine about civil liberty
How dare you criticize the land of the free
Two million we've put in our nations proud jails
We have room enough for our critics as well

Final Chorus:
Our Power Tanks and our glorious bombers
Spreading the joys of the land of the free
The foes of Christ and our Capitalist Union
Will rue the day we crossed the sea
or the northern boarder
or the southern boarder
Will rue the day WE CROSSED OUR SEA!

Note on singing this song, lots of brass and drums, the verses sung in a breathy voice, and the choruses loud with lots of rising and falling harmony, like the Red Army Choir....