i want to tell you a story of virility and stifled
sexuality a self appointed entity makes laws
without mixed company you say abortion isn't
right but it's not your fucking life keep your
morals to yourself get your hands off of me i'm
supposed to be free there are those who wear a
badge and a well pressed set of blues they live
there lives in tension and release is overdue
they say they've got a job to do protecting me
and you but if that's what you call protection
get your hands off of me i'm supposed to be free
in the history of america derision has it's place
but everyone's a patriotic kiss ass to your face
still we throw our lives away for the good, old
u.s.a. but i'll still tell you get your hands off
of me