Story Behind the Song
Written for the first gig of The Sir Prick Jaggers
Lyrics
Hey uncle Sam, stop now please,
Atom bombs, on the Japanese.
You march around, murdering folks,
Aren’t you ashamed, to be such fucks.
You wiped out, the Cherokee,
Then tried to, rewrite history.
You who, napalmed kids,
Fed steroids, to your pigs.
McDonalds, Coca Cola,
Michael Jackson, Budweiser.
Britney Spears, plastic chest,
Obsessed with trying, to be the best.
Call it culture, I call it gash,
Time to disband, your nuclear stash.
Do you see, what I see,
Do you know, what I know.
The American Dream, is dead and gone,
The American Dream, is dead and gone.
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