well i thought we'd arrived at a track in our history where we'd fought every endeavor we could fight yes i shuddered with grim preconception as the cannonade erupted into light and my occular gaze lay dehiscient it seemed that i could not look away and every god fearing son was a patriot and victory remained elusive just one bomb away oh yeah one bomb away and they say that custom will reconcile people to any atrocity-(goerge bernard shaw) from dachau to belfast to bagdad from sea to shining sea and they say when facism crosses our borders it'll be wrapped up in a shroud glowing red, white and blue and our rectors they say will explain it away as the ravings of a passionate few well i happened to visit a slaughterhouse where cessation's redolence rose to the sky and proptious creatures await a most virulent fate which their pacific demeanor belies it was a place i don't care to return to whose chambers compassions would not recognize where slaughter is sanctification and humanity covers it's eyes covers it's eyes my country 'tis of thee sweet land of liberty of thee i sing of thee i sing i don't want to be a patriot if being a patriot means being like you