Stick the Fucking Flag up Your Goddam Ass, You Sonofabitch

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!
Fuck the troops to hell!