The Cramps Follow

How To Clean Everything
Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddamn Ass You Son

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 shouting "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.

'Cause if this country
is so goddamn free,
then I can burn your fucking flag
where ever I damn well please.

And I'm gonna stick it up your fucking ass!

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 they had 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 honour.
Invitation to war.

Bette Midler now assumes sainthood.
Romaticize murder for morale.
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree my friend and,
"Gee, Wally, that's swell!"

FUCK THE TROOPS TO HELL!!!

How To Clean Everything
Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddamn Ass You Son