Sometimes I think You're trying to kill me

with your stars and stripes

and sometimes, sometimes your Liberty Cabbage goes dry

but still your arms are strong

your blood runs furies inside me.

Cities of gold, mountains of purple,

Hot dogs and hamburgers eaten on your laps,

While you sit and watch them kill me with their stars and stripes

while you sit and watch them kill me with their stars and stripes

and sometimes, sometimes your liberty cabbage goes dry

but tears do flow from those eyes blue as the pacific

your table cloths checkered as chessboards

And your smile is wider than the Continental Drift

But why do you,

Why do you sit and let them stone my friends and loved ones?

Sometimes I think you're trying to kill me

with your stars and strips

and sometimes, sometimes I think you might succeed