Burst open the bright blue sky with neon lights

As scared soldiers scurry beneath you skirt

Bring in the dirty money

Bring in the dirty freedom

America, America, America.

You shining disco ball of sexual repression and fever.

When you were born,

Your ragged mango flavored sex was nothing but a sore spot.

Sore, sore, sore.

Every sperm feeding off of your citrus juices.

My love,

my clean burning fire

America, America, America.

You freak.

You degenerate.

You liar.

America, I’ve seen you in the bathrooms doing blow

screaming, “Dying rebel! The bloody rim!”

America, I’ve heard you squeal from the bedrooms of lovers

who broke from you.

Who said they were gay.

Who said they were straight.

I’ve heard the bulldog dildos shoving into squeemish vaginas.

I’ve seen the barking little girls in dungeons across the country.

America, you drove me wild

and left me ll those nights, asking, “Why, why, why?”

That’s your nature.

You are the green-bellied fiend.

You are the anti-love machine.

You are the cure for love.

Your solution for extreme emotions is blissful complacency.

This is your gift to the world.

You great shepherd.

Tend to your flock.

The rebels want to stuff a stick of dynamite into your twat.

Boom boom boom

The jazz drummer kicks the bass drum,

shoots machine gun fire.

Drum sticks for weapons.

Weapons for instruments

and your great song is a tale of war.

And your war is my tale of sorrow.

And your war is a war against me.