Texty: U.S. Bombs. Yer Country.

In the country, it aint no tis of thee
In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed
The sham of 69 geared up for riots against police
The country is rippin' at the seams

In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the lumps
In the country, just a suitcase and a thumb
Well, if ya practice what ya preach
I heard it makes ya smile
The country boys are frowning all the while

Barbed wire bop, bomb shelters in the backyards
Roller skating at the hop, rebel, rebel rock
Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock

Rebel, rebel rock, rebel, rebel rock
Young rebel, rebel rock, young rebel

(Yer country)
It won't stop fucking me
(Yer country)
Will crush you with its feet

Country croning and moaning with a hymn
The country of regulations never fuckin' bend

The barbed wire bop, bomb shelters in the backyards
Roller skating at the hop, rebel, rebel rock
Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock