What makes you think
That I'll take it
I'm from the land of the free
In the name of peace
I'll come break shit
And call it democracy
Invade your place, and lay to waste
Then broadcast back home in bad taste
Exterminate the magistrate
And replace him with one
That we manipulate
Time, hides, the lies
Shit, don't believe it
Transmissions, translations
Dead Panamanians
Killed by uncle Sams fine sons
Transmissions, translations
Dead Americans
TV ratings number one!
Shit, don't believe it
35 years ago we lost a man
Who chose to fight the American plan
They blew his head off replaced him with a mouthpiece
That made sure we went to war for oil and industry
Wind them up
And send them to die
Or to wipe out civilians, then brainwashed to lie
Bye, bye, bye
Who the fuck are you
To tell me what to do
To tell me what to feel
To tell me what to believe