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