Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddam Ass, You Son Of A Bitch

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 fuckin dumb enough to believe him.

Cuz if this country is so goddam free,

Then I can burn your fucking 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 fuck had they done to me.

Made accomplice to all that I'd promised I would never fucking be.

Never be.

You carry their anthem convinces that it's yours.

Invitation to honor. Invitation to war.

Bette Midler now assumes sainthood.

Romanticize murder for moral.

Tie a yellow ribbon round the oak tree my friend,

And "Gee Wally, that's swell!"

Fuck the troops to hell!