Alix Olson - Dear Mr. President lyrics

Dear Mr. President: I don’t wanna be in your military, I don’t wanna bury My own kind I wanna make up my own mind about who I hate Not what the national slate Has in mind You see, the american interest is rarely in mine And I’ve got my own wars to wage I don’t need to engage in your war for oil overseas In-between my lover’s legs Is slick enough for me. I’m the lesbian minority, see So I don’t need a major to tell me what to be Or who to do things to Somewhere across the pacific My s** is too specific to report to a general And in general, dykes don’t respond to command So why do we demand To a part of this irrational masculine swarmy That poses as a national army-- See, I’ve seen armies Seen ‘em on picket lines, welfare lines Seen ‘em storming the Capitol Storming the streets Demanding justice and peace I’ve heard of armies in history In Birmingham, in Montgomerey But these dressed-to-k** boys With their made-to-k** toys These yellow ribbons that choke trees, please It’s a joke A sadistic display of militaristic play that ends in American dreams for the owners of both teams-- And who suffers? who buffers the attack? Who lacks the cash to decline the invitation To the nation’s most expensive party? Those hearty boys promised schooling Then sent on their way To collect their pay from the grave? Well, I don’t mind being war-depraved, honey We can fight for more than big boys and their money: I’d rather fight phil knight, bomb all his bonds I’d rather wage a gay crusade on the pope Grope my girl in front of his nose I’d rather pose a problem to disney Expose michael eisner as a meiser Mickey mouse as leader of the rat race-- Just slice right down that rodent’s face And it’s a disgrace to be a rapist Of developing nations When we can’t stop the rape Of developing girls I’d rather unfurl an attack On our money guzzling undercover embezzling enemies- Imprisoning just us with no dollar power Impersonating justice from their donald trump tower With their billion dollars trillion crimes Waging their personal war on the poor For more power in this world of ABC NBC CBS -- his country runs from CEO to shining CEO Sending us across the ocean for the promotion Of their cash-devotion ideology Well, I don’t desire your superstar badge of bravery For enduring modern-day slavery In your maniacally economically-driven d**h trap Anyway, I’d give the U.S a bad rap I’d kiss every fine iraqi dyke on the front line F*ck national pride I’d go to their side-- I prefer crossnational desire to crossfire anyway And i don’t need your fatigue uniform To perform my battles I’m wearing layers of tired just from battling The liars of our system every day And my Dear Mr. President: I’d rather die, lyin’ in the heat of a f*ck I call mine Than in the f*ckin’ line of duty You’ve made mine But, fine, it’s the new big thing to demand inclusion In your land-intrusion ethic-free military To request same-s** affirmative action To de-factionalize who dies in your Money-for-the-man C-span cam scam, lost-and-found game You call war Where we get to lose our lives When you’ve found what’s worth more Well, when this dyke goes down She’ll go down Knowing what it’s for