Without no power steerin'
can't keep your car
from veerin',
to the right.

Flag wavin'
and Bible shakin',
can feel my bones a achin',
and driven-
to the ground.

Lord,
don't they bring it 'round?

When rights
are bein' rewritten,
and bugs don't bite
but listen...

People-
we got a problem
goin' down.

Better lock and stock
the cellar,
I feel a change a weather-
an' a night...
a thousand Reichs long.



It's not what your country
can do for you...

it's what it can take
from you.