You cut your teeth on the cold war costumes

But caught your eye on a Lilly-white lullaby of

red and black collapse

You mix it up in the church and state dives

But cut it loose when it's time, it's time, it's time to let it go



Check your flag to see which way it blows

No...

Lick your finger then you'll really know

You got a taste for the candy contracts and that's why

You kiss your wife with a Saccharin sweet smile

It's red and white polite

To keep your cool in the hot seat spotlight

You turn it up: the heat

The heat is getting close



Check your flag to see which way it blows

No...

Lick your finger then you'll really know

But you won't find out

Which way the wind really blows

Until your hand gets caught in the cookie jar