PROPAGANDHI STICK THE FUCKING FLAG UP YOUR LYRICS
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 fucking dumb enough to believe them.
Because if this country is so goddamn free,
Then I can burn your fucking flag whether I damn well please.
I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine.
Rhymeless, unreasoned conjecture kept me in line.
But then I stood back and wondered what the fuck they had 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 old oak tree my friend and, "Gee, Wally, that's swell!"
Fuck the troops to hell!
Fuck the troops to hell!
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