Song Lyrics

Images of perfection, suntan and napalm
Grenada, Haiti, Poland, Nicaragua
Who shall we choose for our morality
I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy
Big Mac, smack, Phoenix are, please smile y'all
Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline
Your idols speak so much of the abyss
Yet your morals only run as deep as the surface

Cool, groovy, morning, fine
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
I love a free country
The Stars and Stripes and an apple for mommy
Conservative say there ain't no black in the Union Jack
Democrats say there ain't enough white in the Stars and Stripes

Compton, Harlem, a pimp fucked a priest
The white man has just found a new moral saviour
Vital stats, how white was their skin
Unimportant, just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning, fine, serve your first coffee of the day
Real privilege, it will take your problems all away
Number one, the best, no excuse from me
I am here to serve the moral majority

Cool, groovy, morning, fine
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
I love a free country
The Stars and Stripes and an apple for mommy
Zapruder the first to masturbate
The world's first taste of crucified grace
And we say there's not enough black in the Union Jack
And we say there's too much white in the Stars and Stripes

F*ck the Brady bill
F*ck the Brady bill
If God made man they say
Sam Colt made him equal

Bradfield, Edwards, Jones, Moore

The duration of Ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedayitsworldwouldfallapart is 3:39 minutes and seconds.