The sun blazes red over the convention center
As red as the blood of all who enter
Thats pumped through the heart into this fearless choir
Its the size and the shape of a fist clenched in iron
That's raised to the sky in faith and in duty
Thats hold the red sun in all its beauty
A beauty we all must ignore
As we take the last steps to war
Because our movie's better than yours
No, our movie's better than yours!
Our movie's better than yours!