I adore a confrontation, and I should be ashamed
a carnival of complication, everyone`s to blame
we can see the rocket`s red glare
pipe bomb bursting in the air
as we proudly hail our taxis out of the fight
singing born of this nation of white bread foundation
we`re taping a king, beaten of his crown
my country `tis of thee, sweet land of irony
spoonful of sugar to wash it down
i have seen the hungry faces, and i have been removed
evidence in welfare cases, never being proved
we`ve written books on education
summoned federal regulation
skeleton hid deeply `til its bones turn to dust
i know an old lady who swallowed a fly
i don`t know why exactly, i guess she`ll die
my country `tis of thee, sweet land of irony
spoonful of sugar to wash it down
and god save the queen, oh, and pardon the king
and our ballots we`ll stuff, then drink `till we drown
my country `tis of thee, sweet land of irony
spoonful of sugar to wash it down