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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 fuckin' dumb enough to believe 'em. 'Cuz if this country is so goddam 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. Rhymeless, unreasoned conjecture kept me in line. 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! Fuck the troops to hell! |