Mary Chapin Carpenter - On With The Song Lyrics
This isn't for the ones who blindly followJingoistic bumper stickers telling youTo love it or leave it, and you'd better love JesusAnd get out of the way of the red, white and blueThis isn't for the ones who buy their six packsAt the 7-Eleven where the clerk makes changeWhose accent makes clear he sure ain't from hereThey call him a camel jockey instead of his nameNo this is for the ones who stand their groundWhen the lines in the sand get deeperWhen the whole world seems to be upside downAnd the shots being taken get cheaperThis isn't for the ones who would gladly swallowEverything their leader would have them knowBowing and kissing, while the truth goes missingBring it on the crows, putting on his big showThis isn't for the man who can't count the bodiesCan't comfort the families, can't say when he's wrongClaiming I'm the decider, like some sort of messiahWhile another day passes and a hundred souls goneThis is for the ones that I see above meThree little stars in a great big skyLight for the world and hope for the wearyThey tryThis isn't for the ones with their radio signalCalling for bonfires and boycotts they raveExhorting their listeners to spit on the sinnersWhile counting the bucks of advertising they'll saveThis isn't for you and you know who you areSo do what you want 'cuz I know that you canBut I've got to be true to myself and to youSo on with the song, I don't give a damn
