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!