Does everybody in the bar fell pain? Yeah, sure they do Does everybody in the bar a little maimed? Yeah, both me and you We traded in the family farm for snake-oil Bought into the carpetbeggar’s lies Now we’re hanging on this cross With these feelings of loss Just watching the liberty boat sail on by Does everybody in the bar feel shame? Lord knows, I do I guess we all feel pretty much the same Kind of wore out by this crazy fucking zoo The smell of napalm, with cornflakes The chafe of killing everything that breathes Imposing sanctions on the lady down the street ‘Till she takes the hint, and packs her bags, and leaves