my father told me "son, its futile to resist"
you can topple ideology but not the armies they inlist
i questioned the intentions of the boyscouts chanting "war"
"well thats the sound of freedom, son" he said
free to say no more
but waita minute, dad
did you actually say freedom?
well if your dumb enough to vote
youre fuckin dumb enough to believe em
cause if this country
is so god damn free
then i can burn your fucking flag wherever i damn well please

and then im gonna stick it up your fucking ass!!!
i carried their anthem convinced it was mine
rhymeless and reason conjecture kept me in line
then i stood back and wondered, what the fuck had they done to me
made accomplice to all that i promised
i would never fucking be
never be

you carried their anthem convinced that its yours
invitation to honor
invitation to war
bette midler now assumes sainthood
romantacize murder for morale
tie a yellow ribbon round the oak tree my friend and
gee wally, thats swell
fuck your troops to hell!
fuck your troops to hell!