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My father told me "Son, it’s
futile to resist.
You can topple ideology but not the aremies they enlist."
I questioned the intentions of the boyscouts 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 fucking dumb enough to believe him.
Because if this country is so goddamn free,
then I can burn your fucking flag
whereve I damn well please.
I carried their anthem, convinced 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 be.
You carry their anthem convinced that its yours.
Invitation to honour. Invitation to war.
Bette Midler now assumes sainthood. Romanticize murder for morale.
Tie a yellow ribbon ’round the old oak tree and,
"Gee, Wally, that’s swell!"
FUCK THE TROOPS!
John K. Sampson who started Arbeiter Ring who published Thinking Forward
used to be a member. Oh well. All of their songs are great and if you
include this one
I’ll send others.