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Stuart Davis
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The Free United States
There's no third world or racial hate,
no corruption in the federal state
the patriots are drooling pride,
they're on the just and righteous side
The water's clean, the air is pure,
the pension plans are still secure
D.C.'s got our best at heart,
and Dan Quayles's got a new golf cart
I finally realize how sick it is to slam
someone as beautiful as honest uncle Sam
There's food on every family's plate
in the free United States
Justice found the perfect mate
in the free United States
The white house won't forget the Kurds,
there's more to Bush than prudent words
A thousand points of light are back,
to guide the children in Iraq
No oil is spilled on virgin shores,
no senators solicit whores
Got no place to call your own?
stay in Boschwitz's summer home
It doesn't smell when we fecate
in the free United States
There is no jobless rate
in the free United States
I finally realize how sick it is to slam
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someone as beautiful as honest uncle Sam
Politicians are our friends, freedom drives Mercedes-Benz
Bureaucrats are never wrong, shut your mouth and go along
think with true simplicity, salute in synchronicity
sell your love to candidate, straight ticket voter, bait
prostitute your moral laws, the nation is the higher cause
give your soul to Bush and Quayle, democracy has never failed
It doesn't smell when we fecate
in the free United States
There's food on every family's plate
in the free United States
Puppet office figurehead, hungry people never fed
aids, crack, date rape, Washington's red tape
Incest, loop holes, bribed judge quick parole
fiscal debt, broken home, Marion Barry real stoned
Sex scandal, air pollution, just say no bad solution
Hubbel space aberration, never was a greater nation
clench the money in your fist, live like enthnocentricists
Grunseth's pool party, squad cars always tardy
blue collar suicide, General Motors worker's pride
Desert storm loyal praise, CEO's bigger raise
education funds are cut, Sharpton is zealot nut
lower class bloody hands, living in the promise land
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty
God bless America
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