Thanks to aarontimmy01@wmconnect.com for correcting these lyrics.



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.



'Cause if this country

is so goddamn free,

then I can burn your fucking flag

where ever I damn well please.



And I'm gonna stick it up your fucking ass!



I carried their anthem,

convinced it was mine.

Rhymeless, unreasoned, conjecture

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 fucking be.



Never be.



You carry their anthem,

convinced that it's yours.

Invitation to honour.

Invitation to war.



Bette Midler now assumes sainthood.

Romaticize murder for morale.

Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree my friend and,

"Gee, Wally, that's swell!"



FUCK THE TROOPS TO HELL!!!