Stuart Davis
Stuart Davis - The Free United States lyrics
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There's no third world or racial hate, no corruption in the federal state the patriots are drooling pride, they're on the just and righteous side The water's clean, the air is pure, the pension plans are still secure D.C.'s got our best at heart, and Dan Quayles's got a new golf cart I finally realize how sick it is to slam someone as beautiful as honest uncle Sam There's food on every family's plate in the free United States Justice found the perfect mate in the free United States The white house won't forget the Kurds, there's more to Bush than prudent words A thousand points of light are back, to guide the children in Iraq No oil is spilled on virgin shores, no senators solicit whores Got no place to call your own? stay in Boschwitz's summer home It doesn't smell when we fecate in the free United States There is no jobless rate in the free United States I finally realize how sick it is to slam someone as beautiful as honest uncle Sam Politicians are our friends, freedom drives Mercedes-Benz Bureaucrats are never wrong, shut your mouth and go along think with true simplicity, salute in synchronicity sell your love to candidate, straight ticket voter, bait prostitute your moral laws, the nation is the higher cause give your soul to Bush and Quayle, democracy has never failed It doesn't smell when we fecate in the free United States There's food on every family's plate in the free United States Puppet office figurehead, hungry people never fed aids, crack, date rape, Washington's red tape Incest, loop holes, bribed judge quick parole fiscal debt, broken home, Marion Barry real stoned Sex scandal, air pollution, just say no bad solution Hubbel space aberration, never was a greater nation clench the money in your fist, live like enthnocentricists Grunseth's pool party, squad cars always tardy blue collar suicide, General Motors worker's pride Desert storm loyal praise, CEO's bigger raise education funds are cut, Sharpton is zealot nut lower class bloody hands, living in the promise land My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty God bless America