blatant dis
Lunar101
Sun  1-Dec-1996 15:34

the son of uncle sam
smiles and shakes my hand
shakes me down and tells me
that he wants to be my friend
his arms are thirty-eights
and his head's a tv set
showing reruns around the clock
of norman rockwell's greatest hits
he's completely bullet-proof
underneath a three piece suit
i fire off a couple rounds
but i never hit the truth
he doesn't have a plan
all he's selling is a dream
the only time your dreams come true
is when you're falling fast asleep

i can't believe what you believe
it's not the way things used to be
it's not as easy to agree
that i'm to blame for everything
and i dont' mean that much to you
and you don't mean that much to me
but if i have to live with you
you will have to live with me
i may be sick
but you're the disease

the son of uncle sam
smiles and tips his hat
takes me for a ride
in his bloodstained cadillac
he talks about the future
but the car is in reverse
we're passed by a japanese
sixty mile per gallon hearse

i can't believe what you believe
it's not the way things used to be
it's not as easy to agree
that i'm to blame for everything
and i dont' mean that much to you
and you don't mean that much to me
but if i have to live with you
you will have to live with me
i may be sick
but you're the disease

-poster children
