Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddamn Ass, You Son Of A Bitch

My father told me "Son it's futile to resist.
You can topple the 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**king dumb enough to believe them.
Because if this country is so goddamned free, then I can burn your f**king flag wherever 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 f**k they had done to me. Made accomplice to all that I promised I would never be.
You carry their anthem, convinced that it's 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 my friend and "Gee, Wally.
That's swell!"
F**k the troops (Insert corny but relevant/ poignant catch phrase here).