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Images of perfection, suntan and napalm Grenada, Haiti, Poland, Nicaragua Who shall we choose for our morality? I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy Big Mac, smack, Phoenix R, please smile y'all Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline Your idols speak so much of the abyss Yet your morals only run as deep as the surface Cool, groovy, morning fine Tipper Gore was a friend of mine I love our free country The stars and stripes and an apple for Mommy Conservative say, there ain't no black in the Union Jack Democrat say, there ain't enough white in the Stars and Stripes Compton, Harlem, a pimp fucked a priest The white man has just found a new moral savior Vital stats, how white was their skin? Unimportant, just another inner city drive-by thing Morning fine, serve your first coffee of the day Real privilege, it will take your problems all away Number one, the best, no excuse from me I am here to serve the moral majority Cool, groovy, morning fine Tipper Gore was a friend of mine I love our free country The stars and stripes and an apple for Mommy Zapruder, the first to masturbate The world's first taste of crucified grace And we say, there's not enough black in the Union Jack And we say, there's too much white in the Stars and Stripes Fuck the Brady Bill Fuck the Brady Bill If God made man they say Sam Colt made them equal