One nation under god
Father grasps the shoulder of the son
Who listens to american music
They’re growing beets in the garden
One nation under water
Trance grabs the shoulders of the sun
Who glistens over drunk, dazed revelers
They’re growing cancer in the eye
Drink a beer, wear a silk batik
Drive a truck, and keep your mystique
They’re just tools to use
In the long walk of
Finding the real thing
And if you do, be sure to
Inject it intravenously
Just kidding