AMERICA IS BURNING

bastard child of Hope and Glory

failed Reality Show

that graphic novel

no-one's buying any longer

Bobby's Idiot Wind still blowing

and it will blow this way forever

supersize and overweight

inflated up out of all proportion

fit to bursting with assumed privilege

the grand exception, the gross deception

Freedom's dupe, Liberty's patsy

ask not what your country can do

for you will not like the answer

but the crocodile tears of sentiment

in the dawn's early light and the flag

that rag that turns the brain to mush

and stiffens the appendage, to little avail

step back, buddy or you'll get what's comin' to yer

land of the brave, land of the slave

love it or leave it … you better believe it

in God do we trust, but business is business

it's getting late and on God we can't wait,

so make that move, take your profit

make a killing, trample the willing,

cry glory, hand on heart, scream that old, old story

for we are the chosen and this is America, Brother!