If loose lips go on sinkin' ships then how long do I got
Till I must dive astern?
Yes, how long can I disagree with the government's philosophy
That witch-hunt's their lanterns burn?
Cause just the other day I found a story left to the underground
And these words did shock me so
They read, "US citizen shot on sight, no chance at trial nor words to fight"
Oh, who's the next to go?

Is it me, America, whom you will blast away?
Or in chambers will ya gas
The 99 percent of whom you treat as brought forth from the womb
The species from the past?

If we're the land of civility, then why the police brutality
to quell the sides we choose?
Yes, why the need to do them in for no more reason than their skin?
Do you have so much to lose?
For, though, we're stock from immigrants you deem that brown man insolent
For claiming what's his right
We sing the words that Guthrie wrote yet deny the red-labeled message spoke
and view things black and white

Is it me, America, whom you'll incarcerate?
Or to work camps will ya show
The throngs of leary citizen no longer counted denizens
Of the new breed which you'll grow?

If I'm not of the one percent, then why are my words called dissent?
Am I not worthy to be heard?
Everyone's yellin', left to right, and we're all wrong yet still we fight
Its a contest of the absurd
For, though, we want our voices heard, these goals will cease all spoken word
By a government endorsing thought
I say, fuck your goddamn censorship and get off of my pirate ship!
This mind shall not be washed!

Will it be, America, my voice you'll seek to shut?
Or my house you'll missle-lock?
For, though, I am your native son, I'll answer not to anyone
Least of all, you, Mr. Barack