Sometimes I think you're trying to kill me
With your stars and stripes
And sometimes
Sometimes your liberty cabbage goes dry
But still
Your arms are strong
And your blood runs furies inside me
Cities of gold, mountains of purple
Hot dogs and hamburgers leaning on your laps
While you sit and watch them kill me
With their stars and stripes
And sometimes
Sometimes your liberty cabbage goes dry
But tears do flow
From those eyes blue as the pacific
Your table cloths checkered as chessboards
And your smile is wider than the Continental Drift
But why do you
Why do you sit and let them stone my friends and loved ones?
Sometimes I think you're trying to kill me
With your stars and stripes
And sometimes
Sometimes I think you might succeed
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