This is not the
This is not the U.S.A.
I don't know where the fuck we are
But this could not be the U.S.A.
Where are my freedoms?
Why can't I think like I fucking want?
This is a young country,
A cocky country,
And as such it should be hit in the fucking mouth
Look, I'm willing to agree
that everyone should live the way that they wanna live, and should be
accepted for it. But this is just fucking ridiculous.
Where is our separation of
church and state?
Why the hell are people talking about god all the fucking time?
I worship the god of rock and roll
Where the fuck is my church?
And if I wanna talk about it
Why do other people give me dirty looks all the time?
Always talking about fucking
Or some other ridiculous fictional character in the sky
Now, come on. Everyone
has the right to believe as they please, and there's probably something
up there right now looking down at me and saying, "Hey, shut the fuck
up." But you know what, fuck you, because I'm not going to.
Weren't we supposed to live
For thoughts and religion and expression?
And shouldn't that freedom include not being ruled by idiots?
By fucking morons with their own sensibilities
Pressing down upon everyone else.
Where the hell have I been?
Not in the U.S.A. apparently.
Does this frighten anybody
So I'm not moving out of the
I mean, I want to
But I live in the U.S.A
And maybe in the end something could be done about it
Then again, maybe it's all
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