Your country raised you, your country fed you

And just like any other country it will break you

On front line send you, tax the hell out you

And just like any other country, it will lock you, up you

Unfortunately there'll be no judgment day

It would be kind of fun to see what they would have to say

When the God they preached would actually be there

And all who didn't like The Stooges would go to fucking hell

Your country raised you, your country fed you

And just like any other country it will break you

On front line send you, tax the hell out you

And just like any other country, it will fuck you, up you

But even all the garbage that they pour over our eyes

Does not prevent us from living most magical of life's

What are all these countries and how did they appear?

And who cut up the cake and who brought up all this gear?

Did it have to do anything with its people's will?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know my dear

It's six in the morning, I'm down in New Orleans

Sister paintings on your wall they will speak to me

And up later on we resume salutations

To the rest of local Tribal Connections

Now think about that sweet baby girl

Sweet baby girl, sweet baby girl

Sweet baby girl, sweet baby girl