My father told me "son, it's futile to resist,
You can topple ideology but not the armies they enlist."
I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts chanting 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 $#&@in dumb enough to believe him.
Cuz if this country is so goddam free,

Then I can burn your $#&@ing flag wherever I damn well please.
I carried their anthem, convinces it was mine.
Rhymeless, unreasoned conjecture kept me in line.

But then I stood back and wondered what the $#&@ had they done to me.
Made accomplice to all that I'd promised I would never $#&@ing be.
Never be.

You carry their anthem convinces that it's yours.
Invitation to honor. Invitation to war.
Bette Midler now $$#umes sainthood.

Romanticize murder for moral.
Tie a yellow ribbon round the oak tree my friend,
And "Gee Wally, that's swell!"

$#&@ the troops to hell!