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!