"Guantanamo Bay, son
We want none of your bullshit
The boy who's crying 'Haditha'
Vietnam's not a reference
Stop to think of the terror
Everyone's gonna mess with a whiny bitch of a nation

Turn in your laptop unless you are ready to report the news in a way we see fit
And turn in your dictaphone
All your photos won't be shown
You're just fanning the flames of decent and the U.S. wants no part of it

We must distract or they'll react
In a way that will be detrimental to our policy of coverups, BOY
We want none of your bullshit."

Well, everyone knows that numbers have no liberal bias
You stupid shit of a nation

If it's a campaign advertisement will you please stop telling us it's news?
We got better things to do than read other countries' papers
Because you silence our reporters while you're killing just to keep our rights
Supposedly

We found no bombs so can we move on
From the spying snide America where we are no safer now than we were
Before, BOY
We want none of your bullshit
Only one thing to call it, feeding time for the pulpit
We want none of your bullshit
If we can't disagree then what do we fight for
If we can't dissent, then why do we have war?

"Son, we want none of your bullshit
The boy who's crying 'Haditha'
Vietnam's not a reference
Stop to think of the terror
Everyone's gonna mess with a whiny bitch of a nation
And boy, we're not gonna let them
Christian values for miles, God will place us above them
Don't focus on the photos
Please focus on gay marriage."