U.S. Bombs - Yer Country

In the country, it ain't no tis of thee
In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed
The shame of 69 gear'd up
for riots gainst police
N' the country, is rippin' at the seams

In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the lumps
In the country, just a suitcase and a thumb
Well if ya practice what ya preach
I heard it makes ya smile
Country boys are frowning all the while

Barbed, wire bop
Bomb shelters in backyards
Roller skating at the hop
Rebel, Rebel Rock
Peace and love was funny understanding's just a crock

Rebel, Rebel rock
Rebel, Rebel rock
Rebel, Rebel rock
Rebel

Yer Country! it won't stop fucking me
Yer Country! will crush you with its feet
Country croneing and moaning with a hymn
The country of regulations never fucking bend

Barbed wire bop
Bomb shelters in backyards
Roller skating at the hop
Rebel, Rebel Rock
Peace and love was funny understanding's just a crock