Of Thee I Sing

Freedom is a precarious thing

And no more applies to me than it does to you

Ask the shoemaker.

Two plus two equals five

To believe anything else makes you insane

Vanzetti shakes over and over in his grave

Covering his ears

What’s dead can be killed again

In new faces and new terrors

Too many ists

Anarchist, Communist

Spread your legs because what’s mine

Is mine and what’s yours

Is mine.

You’re only a rebel from the waist downwards.

Two plus two equals three.

I reek of ignorance for thinking

Rights exist for the wicked

He’s clearly guilty,

The shoemaking man

Tarred and feathered by his own breath

By his neighbor’s fears

Ignorance is strength

I am sane

I am sane

Two plus two is four

(And one more)

I still believe in a place called

Hope

A place called

America

All animals are equal

But

Some animals are more equal than others