Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night I couldn't wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall
My heart began to pound Yahoo! It really exists The American International Pictures logo
I looked up at the Capitol Building Couldn't help but wonder why I felt like saying "Hello, old friend"
Walked up the hill to touch it Then I unzipped my pants And pissed on it when nobody was looking
Like a great eternal Klansman With his two flashing red eyes Turn around he's always watching The Washington monument pricks the sky With flags like pubic hair ringed 'round the bottom
The symbols of our heritage Lit up proudly in the night Somehow fits to see the homeless people Passed out on the lawn
So this is where it happens The power games and bribes All lobbying for a piece of ass
Of the stars and stripes of corruption
Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Viet Nam Like fiddling while Rome burns at home The Boss says, "You're laid off. Blame the Japanese"
"America's back," alright At the game it plays the worst Strip mining the world like a slave plantation
No wonder others hate us And the Hitlers we handpick To bleed their people dry For our evil empire
The drug we're fed To make us like it Is God and country with a band
People we know who should know better Howl, "America riles. Let's go to war!" Business scams are what's worth dying for
Are the Soviets our worst enemy? We're destroying ourselves instead Who cares about our civil rights As long as I get paid?
The blind Me-Generation Doesn't care if life's a lie
So easily used, so proud to enforce
The stars and stripes of corruption Let's bring it all down! Tell me who's the real patriots The Archie Bunker slobs waving flags? Or the people with the guts to work For some real change
Rednecks and bombs don't make us strong We loot the world, yet we can't even feed ourselves Our real test of strength is caring Not the toys of war we sell the world
Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms Old glory for a blanket As you suck on your thumbs
Real freedom scares you 'Cos it means responsibility
So you chicken out and threaten me
Saying, "Love it or leave it" I'll get beat up if I criticize it You say you'll fight to the death To save your worthless flag
If you want a banana republic that bad Why don't you go move to one But what can just one of us do? Against all that money and power Trying to crush us into roaches?
We don't destroy society in a day Until we change ourselves first From the inside out
We can start by not lying so much And treating other people like dirt It's easy not to base our lives On how much we can scam
And you know It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs
I'm thankful I live in a place Where I can say the things I do Without being taken out and shot So I'm guard against the goons Trying to take my rights away We've got to rise above the need for cops and laws
Let kids learn communication Instead of schools pushing competition How about more art and theater instead of sports?
People will always do drugs Let's legalize them Crime drops when the mob can't price them Budget's in the red? Let's tax religion
No one will do it for us We'll just have to fix ourselves Honesty ain't all that hard Just put Rambo back inside your pants Causing trouble for the system is much more fun
Thank you for the toilet paper But your flag is meaningless to me Look around, we're all people Who needs countries anyway?
Our land I love it too I think I love it more than you I care enough to fight
The stars and stripes of corruption Let's bring it all down!
If we don't try If we just lie If we can't find A way to do it better than this Who will? D E A D K E N N E D Y S
JELLO BIAFRA D. H. PELIGRO Vocals Drums & Vocals
KLAUS FLOURIDE EAST BAY RAY Bass & Vocals Guitar, Synthesizer, and 12-string Electric Bellzouki
Produced by Jello Biafra Engineered by John Cuniberti Mixed by Cuniberti and Biafra Recorded at Hyde St. Studios, San Francisco
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