Propagandhi Lyrics
"Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddam Ass You Sonofabitch"
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My father told me; son, it's futile to resist,
You can topple ideologies 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 'em.
'Cuz if this country is so goddam free,
Then I can burn your fucking flag wherever I damn well please.
And then I'm gonna stick it up your fucking ass!
I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine.
Rhymeless, unreasoned conjecture kept me in line.
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 convinced that it's yours.
Invitation to honor, invitation to war.
Bette Midler now assumes sainthood.
Romanticize murder for morale.
Tie a yellow ribbon round the oak tree my friend,
And gee Wally, that's swell!
Fuck the troops to hell!
Fuck the troops to hell!
You can topple ideologies 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 'em.
'Cuz if this country is so goddam free,
Then I can burn your fucking flag wherever I damn well please.
And then I'm gonna stick it up your fucking ass!
I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine.
Rhymeless, unreasoned conjecture kept me in line.
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 convinced that it's yours.
Invitation to honor, invitation to war.
Bette Midler now assumes sainthood.
Romanticize murder for morale.
Tie a yellow ribbon round the oak tree my friend,
And gee Wally, that's swell!
Fuck the troops to hell!
Fuck the troops to hell!