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