Lyrics Your Country - U.S. Bombs

Your Country

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
In the country, it ain’t no 'tis of thee
In the country, I’m proud to be ashamed
The sham of .69 geared up for riots against police
The country is rippin' at the seams
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
In the country, Woody Guthrie took the lumps
In the country, just a suitcase and a thump
Well if you practice what you preach I heard it makes you smile
The country boys are frowning all the while
Barbed wire bop!
Bomb shelters in the backyards, roller skatin' at the hop
Rebel!
Rebel Rock!
Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock
Rebel!
Rebel Rock!
Rebel!
Rebel Rock!
Young Rebel!
Rebel Rock!
Young Rebel!
(Yer Country!)
It won’t stop fuckin' me
(Yer Country!)
Will crush you with its feet
Country croning and moaning with a hymn
The country of regulations never fuckin' bend
Barbed wire bop!
Bomb shelters in the backyards, roller skatin' at the hop
Rebel!
Rebel Rock!
Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock!