Your Country

Your country raised you, your country fed you And just like any other country it will break you On front line send you, tax the hell out you And just like any other country, it will lock you, up you Unfortunately there'll be no judgment day It would be kind of fun to see what they would have to say When the God they preached would actually be there And all who didn't like The Stooges would go to fucking hell Your country raised you, your country fed you And just like any other country it will break you On front line send you, tax the hell out you And just like any other country, it will fuck you, up you But even all the garbage that they pour over our eyes Does not prevent us from living most magical of life's What are all these countries and how did they appear? And who cut up the cake and who brought up all this gear? Did it have to do anything with its people's will? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know my dear It's six in the morning, I'm down in New Orleans Sister paintings on your wall they will speak to me And up later on we resume salutations To the rest of local tribal connections Now think about that sweet baby girl Sweet baby girl, sweet baby girl Sweet baby girl, sweet baby girl