Letra de Film Critiques and Militia Men

Face it you're not a horror actor
Why not stick to what you do?
Because the last one is a rotten egg
But the first twelve get holes in the head
You can't tell me how to live
We'll kick ass and roll some heads
I'd rather hang with my homeboy Bruce and the local militia group
Spinning, spinning
I'm getting nauseous
Spinning, spun
I'm just too old
Live free or die
Live free, die hard
I don't know and who cares what the devil wears
Riding around with his head on fire
Another national treasure