'clap your hands (this country is me)'

I wrote this earlier this month, before there even was a 'Rotten Bastards' blog, or at least before I knew about it. Nobody tells me anything on time. This song isn't about rising up. It's about years and years and years of not rising up.

And after all that, maybe just a little, it's about owning up and then speaking up.

'clap your hands (this country is me)'

if your country can afford a rope to hang a man, clap your hands
and when your country is too fucking broke to feed you, eat your hands
if your country hates women and only loves the faggots when they're on tv,
clap your hands,
your country is me
clap, clap
clap, clap
your country is me
clap, clap
clap, clap
your country is me

if your country is sick and slowly dying from the drugs, stomp your feet
if your country was against them before they were against us, stomp your feet
and if it smells like shit everywhere you stomp your feet, check your shoes
then clap your hands,
because your country is you
clap, clap
clap, clap
your country is you
clap, clap
clap, clap
your country is you

if your country has been hijacked and you know it, hang your head,
and we'll play heads-up, 7&7-up 'til the day the we're all dead,
if your country was built on Freedom, but you're too busy clapping to even try be free,
then clap your hands, and repeat:
"this country is me"
clap, clap
clap, clap
this counrty is me
clap, clap
clap, clap
this country is me

if you could afford to buy this cd, i hope you stole it and fed a man
because this country isn't free and you know it, so clap your hands...
clap your hands...

clap, clap
clap, clap
this country is me
clap, clap
clap, clap
this country is me
clap, clap
clap, clap
this country is me
clap, clap
clap, clap
this country is me.

I hope you enjoyed my little song. It's your song, too. I wrote it, but I can't really take credit for it. It's ours, now. After all, I've never risen up in my life.

I can't even clap.