the american way
the stampede towards freedom
if them colored folk won't join us
hell, brother, we don't need 'em

let the worker be our voice
with english as a second language
louder than the wall street noise
and cheap enough to carry luggage

put the middle class where it belongs
at the service of the saudi princes
and conglomerate ceo's
raised on the shoulders of confederate dunces

don't let government near our roads
our towns in hurricane season
our pregnant women, our jesus, guns, and boats
drown it in a bucket
and god help us if even one bureaucrat floats
they'll just build the damn thing over
from the moral doctrine of rabbits, roaches, and toads