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My father told me "Son, it's futile to resist
You can topple ideologies 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 fucking dumb enough to believe 'em
Cause if this country is so goddamn free
Then I can burn your fucking flag
Wherever I damn well please
And then I'm gonna stick it up your fucking ass!
I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine
Rhyme-less, 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 convinced that it's yours
Invitation to honor, invitation to war
Bette Midler now assumes sainthood
Romanticize murder for morale
Tie a yellow ribbon round the oak tree my friend
And "Gee Wally, that's swell."
Fuck the troops to hell [x2]
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