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Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night, I couldn't wait, I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound, Yahoo!, it really exists, The American International Pictures Logo I looked up at that Capitol building, Couldnt help but wonder why, I felt like saying, "Hello, old friend" Walked up the hill to touch it, Then I unzipped my pants, And pissed on it when nobody was looking Like a great eternal Klansman, With his two flashing red eyes, Turn around, he's always watching, The Washington monument pricks the sky, With flags for pubic hair ringed 'round the bottom The symbols of our heritage, Lit up proudly in the nigh, Somehow fits to see the homeless people, Passed out on the lawn So this is where it all happens, The power games and bribes, All lobbying for a piece of ass Of the stars and stripes - of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed, To be an American, When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes, Trying to start another Vietnam, While fiddling while Rome burns at home, The Boss says, "You're laid off, blame the Japanese" "America's back", alright, at the game it plays the worst, Strip mining the world like a slave plantation No wonder other hate us, And the Hitlers we handpick, To bleed their people dry, for our evil empire The drug we're fed to make us like it, Is God and country with a bang People we know who should know better, Howl, "America rules, Let's go to war!", Business scams are what's worth dying for Are the Soviets our worst enemy? We're destroying ourselves instead, Who cares about our civil rights, as long as I get paid? The blind me-generation, doesnt care if life's a lie, so easily used., so proud to enforce The stars and stripes - of corruption, let's bring it all down! Tell me who's the real patriots, The Archie Bunker slobs waving flags? Or the people with the guts to work for some real change Rednecks and bombs dont make us strong, We loot the world, yet we cant even feed ourselves, our real test of strength is caring, not the war toys we sell the world Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms, old glory for a blanket, as you suck on your thumbs Real freedom scares you, 'cos it means responsibility, so you chicken out and threaten me Saying "Love it or leave it", I'll get beat up if I criticize it, you say you'll fight to the death to save your useless flag If you want a banana republic that bad, why dont you go move to one? But what can just one of us do, against all that money and power trying to crush us into roaches? We dont destroy society in a day, until we change ourselves first, from the inside out We can start by not lying so much, and treating other people like dirt, it's easy not to base our lives, on how much we can scam And you know, it feels good to lift that monkey off our backs I'm thankful I live in a place, Where I can say the things I do, Without being taken out and shot, So when I'm on guard against the goons, Trying to take my rights away, We've got to rise above the need for cops and laws Let kids learn communication, instead of schools pushing competition, how about more art and theater instead of sports? People will always do drugs, Lets legalize them, crime drops when the mob cant price them. Budgets in the red? Lets tax religion. No one will do it for us, we'll just have to fix ourselves, honestly aint all that hard, just put Rambo back inside inside your pants, causing trouble for the system is much more fun Thank you for the toilet paper, but your flag is meaningless to me, look around, we're all people, who needs countries anyway? Our land, I love it too, I think I love it more than you, I care enough to fight The stars and stripes - of corruption, Lets bring it all down! If we dont try, if we just lie, if we cant find, a way to do better than this, who will?

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