God Bless the U.S. of Fuckin' A

This one's for the Troops
I thank God for the Bud cans
Hot girls with the suntans
And blow jobs in a Tans Am
And getting drunk with my friends
My daddy fought in the Vietnam
So I can drink those Bud cans
And get blown in a Trans Am
and own a fuckin' gun

Cause I love the U.S. of fuckin' A
Big Mac, Whoppers, and fuckin' Beyoncé
Clinging to my AR and AK
And if you don't like it
Then you can just go and fuck yourself

Blundering Subprime Mortgages
Selling bad derivatives
Weed smokers don't get bail
But Goldman Sachs stays out of jail
Middle class don't have money to save
And the government watches us through microwaves
But "hey, it's all a-okay cause I still have my fucking gun"

Cause I love the U.S. of fuckin' A
Big Mac, Whoppers, and fuckin' Beyoncé
Clinging to my AR and my AK
And if you don't like it
Then you can just go and fuck yourself

I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic
for which it stands,
one nation,
under god
indivisible
with liberty and fuckin' justice for all

I thank god for the Bud cans
Hot girls with the suntans
Blow jobs in a Trans Am
and getting drunk with my friends
My daddy fought in the Vietnam
So I could drink those Bud cans
and get blown in a Trans Am
and own a fuckin' gun

Cause I love the U.S. of fuckin' A
Big Mac, Whoppers, and fuckin' Beyoncé
Clinging to my AR and my AK
And if you don't like it
Then you can just go and fuck yourself
Cause I love the U.S. of fuckin' A
Big Mac, Whoppers, and fuckin' Beyoncé
Clinging to my AR and my AK
And if you don't like it
Then you can just go and fuck yourself



Credits
Writer(s): William D Drew, Kevin Edwin Mahoney, Greg Harris, Brad Harrison
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