well i thought we'd arrived at a tract in our history where we'd fought every endeavor we could fight yet i shuddered with grim preconception as the cannonade erupted into light and my ocular gaze lay dehiscent it seemed that i could not look away and every god fearing son was a patriot and victory remained elusive just one bomb away oh yeah one bomb away and they say that customs will reconcile people to any atrocity - (George Bernard Shaw) from dachau to belfast to baghdad from sea to shining sea and they say that when fascism crosses our borders it'll be wrapped up in a shroud glowing red, white, and blue
and our rectors they say will explain it away as the ravings of a pa**ionate few well i happened to visit a slaughterhouse where cessation's redolence rose to the sky and propitious creatures await a most virulent fate which their pacific demeanor belies it was a place i don't care to return to whose chambers compa**ion would not recognize where slaughter is sanctification and humanity covers it's eyes covers it's eyes my country 'tis of thee sweet land of liberty of thee i sing of thee i sing i don't want to be a patriot if being a patriot means being like you