Above the eagles I fly,
To protect my country,
Is what I try.

From other countries wanting war,
It is my job,
To protect our shore.

Some men do it with a rifle,
What they do,
Is far from trifle.

Some do it by sea,
They are there,
For you and me.

The terrorist's got our towers,
But America is a country,
That never cowers.

We will get that s.o.b.,
And hang him from,
The closest tree.

We will have our glory,
That is,
America's story.

So I will continue flying high,
Until we
Catch that guy.

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