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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 honour, 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
Fuck the troops to hell
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