LYRIC

Here I am, just Uncle Sam and me.
Holding hands in our current poverty.
New York City, Washington DC.
It don’t matter, it’s all the same to me.
My militia, we ain’t on TV.
Staying home, so don’t you tread on me.
Mr. Bush, what you gonna do?
Had enough of your red white and blue.

Don’t take my rock ‘n roll.
Cause it’s all I am.
Don’t make me sell my soul.
To my Uncle Sam.

Lucifer just came home again.
Fly the flag while sitting unrepaid.
London, England still a curse on me.
Mr. Tony Blair, Uncle Sam and me.
Martin Luther don’t come around here no more.
Think he’s dead, but I don’t know what for.
Maybe freedom, but I don’t hear no bells.
Adolf Hitler, he never went to hell.

Don’t take my rock ‘n roll.
Cause it’s all I am.
Don’t make me sell my soul.
To my Uncle Sam.

We don’t need your tribulation.
We don’t need no royal scam.
This is all just masturbation.
Martin, John and Uncle Sam.

Don’t take my rock ‘n roll.
Cause it’s all I am.
Don’t make me sell my soul.
To my Uncle Sam.

We don’t need your tribulation.
We don’t need your royal scam.
This is all just masturbation.
Martin, John and Uncle Sam.
We don’t need your tribulation.
We don’t need no royal scam.
This is all just masturbation.

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