Lyrics....
You come into this country
You can't get real jobs
Boats and boats and boats of you
Go home you fuckin’ slobs
Selling hot dogs on the corner
Selling papers in the street
Pushing, pulling, digging, sweating
Where you come from must be beat
You always make us wait
You're the ones we hate
You can't communicate
Speak English Or Die
You don't know what I want
You don't know what I need
Why must I repeat myself
Can't you fuckin’ read?
Nice fuckin’ accents
Why can't you speak like me
What's that dot on you head,
Do you use it to see??
I played the hell outta that album in high school! But even I knew then that S.O.D. Was nothing more than Anthrax having fun playing punk.