Alone in a room with Uncle Sam
You can guess where he tried to put his hand and I said,
Screw you Uncle Sam!!
You're a dirty old man.
He said well you must be one of those activists
Why are you fighting dear, there's nothing you can fix.
I said I go out there so I don't feel alone
I go out there to make myself known.
It's the not the cry of the beat generation
it's your beat-up bullied, bamboozled nation
It's your people, and you should listen.
It's your people, and you should listen.

How can we be anything but suspicious
Of a man raised with every last advantage
who still turns out to seems way dumber than average
Whose only knowledge of war
Comes from stories of bible gore
Well the days when a king fought alongside his people are way long gone

I said I'm out marching for the things that matter
He said, things don't matter, the war is over
Just when you hoped Saddam and George would elope
Cuz feathered dictators should flock together
In a coop full of poop and war plans
And lotsa subservient hens

Alone in room with my Uncle Sam
You can guess where he tried to put his hand and I said,
Screw you Uncle Sam!
You're a dirty old man.
I say it and I don't feel alone,
I say it and I make myself known,
It's the not the cry of the beat generation
it's your beat-up bullied, bamboozled nation
It's your people, and you should listen.
It's your people, and you should listen.