I have become like America
I learn geography through war
When we invade our own cities
I learn what some new states are for

We don't salute any old rag
With these stars to spangle my flag

I have become like America
Your women are mine to control
Let's line them up by the size of their pies
And grade them like poultry or coal

We don't salute any old rag
They're marked with the stripes of my flag

I have become like America
I rarely have empathy for pain
Briefly when it happens to me
You might say it's driving me sane

We don't salute any old rag
We sing the blues, a quarter my flag

10/22/25