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 f**in dumb enough to believe him. 'cause if this country is so goddam free. Then I can burn your f**ing flag wherever I damn well please, And I will stick the f**ing flag up your a** I carried their anthem, convinces it was mine. Rhymeless, unreasoned conjecture kept me in line. But then I stood back and wondered what the f** had they done to me. Made accomplice to all that I'd promised I would never f**ing be. Never be. You carry their anthem convinces that it's yours. Invitation to honor. invitation to war. Bette midler now a**umes sainthood. Romanticize murder for moral. Tie a yellow ribbon round the oak tree my friend, And "gee wally, that's swell!" f** the troops to hell!