On With The Song

This isn't for the ones who blindly follow

Jingoistic bumper stickers telling you

To love it or leave it and you'd better love Jesus

And get out of the way of the Red, White and Blue

This isn't for the ones who buy their six-packs

At the 7-Eleven where the clerk makes change

Whose accent makes clear he sure ain't from here

They call him a camel jockey instead of his name

No, this is for the ones who stand their ground

When the lines in the sand get deeper

When the whole world seems to be upside down

And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper

This isn't for the ones who would gladly swallow

Everything their leader would have them know

Bowing and kissing while the truth goes missing

"Bring it on," he crows, putting on his big show

This isn't for the man who can't count the bodies

Can't comfort the families, can't say when he's wrong

Playing 'I'm the decider' like some sort of Messiah

While another day passes and a hundred souls gone

No, this is for the ones who stand their ground

When the lines in the sand get deeper

When the whole world seems to be upside down

And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper

This is for the ones that I see above me

Three little stars in a great big sky

Light for the world and hope for the weary, they say

This isn't for the ones with their radio signal

Calling for bonfires and boycotts, they rave

Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners

While counting the bucks of advertising, they'll say

This isn't for you and you know who you are

So just do what you want 'cause I know that you can

But I gotta be true to myself and to you

So on with the song, I don't give a damn