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I'm a master of hypocracy I'm the king crusader of democracy I'm a trained killer but you vote for me When it's campaign season, I'll say anything to please them I am a hypocrite I Double Talk to fool the majority Now I'm your evil leader right wing military chief So fuck your educations and your hungry mouths to feed I've got to keep the war machine running I am a hypocrite But I'm a big flag waver I am a big flag waver I'm a good tax payer I am a communist slayer I'm the american dream I lick the asses of the big corporations Which rape the land through explotation Fuck those low-life central american nations We must protect our capitalistic gratification I am a top gun fighter, the american dream I am the cream of the crop I am a top gun fighter, the american dream I'm a loaded gun Letras de cancionesI'm the master of hypocracy The king crusader for democracy I am a trained killer but you vote for me I Double Talk to fool the majority America, America, god shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood America, America, ya brotherhood (ha, ha) The people eat that shit right up I'm a yankee doodle dandy, yankee doodle do or die Ya, I'm a big flag waver, yes I'm a big flag waver I'm a yankee doodle dandy, yankee doodle do or die A first-rate nephew of my Uncle Sam, born on the 4th of july I'm a big flag waver I'm a big flag waver I am a big flag waver... yankee doodle do or die I lick the asses of the corporations For campaign contributions I launched secret foreign assassinations Took no blame for illegal covert operations Capitalism... Chauvinism... Imperialism... Consumerism... Paranoia... Patriotism... Only a hypocrite can sell the american dream I'm the hypocrite who's selling it to run my war machine We might have to kill to satisfy our greed To keep the economy humming, got to keep the war machine running I am a top gun fighter, the american dream I am the cream of the crop I am a top gun fighter, the american dream I'm a like loaded gun But I'm a big flag waver I am a big flag waver I'm a good tax payer I am a communist slayer I'm the american dream Oh can you see by the dawns early light When so proudly we hailed at the twilights last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perkous night While the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air And the rockets red glare... but our flag was still there... Oh say, does that star-spangled banner still wave For the land of the free where the home-less are brave? But I'm a big flag waver I am a flag waver... the american dream From Letras Mania