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