My father told me "Son, it's futile to resist. You can topple the ideology but
Not the armies they enlist." I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts
Shouting "WAR!!"
"Well that's the sound of freedom, son." he said (free to say no more)...
But wait a minute, "dad", did you actually say freedom? Well, if you're dumb
Enough to vote, you're fucking dumb enough to believe him. Because is this
Country is so goddamn free, then I can burn your fuking flag wher ever I damn
Well please.
I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine. Rhymeless, unreasoned conject-
Urw kept me in line. But then I stood back and wondered what the fuck they had
Done to me. Made accomplice to all that I'd promised I would never be.
You carry their anthem, convinced that it's yours. Initiation to honour.
Invitation to war.
Bette Midler now assumes sainthood. Romaticize murder for morale. Tie a yellow
Ribbon 'round the old oak tree and, "Gee, Wally, that's swell!"
FUCK THE TROOPS