Sold American

We're born in blood, raised in flesh
In Ragnarok 'n roll Armageddon
So let's go let's go let's go go Sell American
For the red white black and blue
Schrodinger's cat is dead, perhaps
And we but lies, lie dreaming
This tit for tat means this this ain't that
No matter the ragweed's weaving
My Little Bo Peep's out eating her sheep
With Darwin doubtless her handle
Your Little Boy Blue's down to sniffing glue
While cooking a spoon over candle
So drink a drink for all that hasn't happened
And bleed in need for the All that never will
Three cheers for the crippled, the misbegotten
All hail the politicians fingers in the till.