Ballad of the Battle of the Ballot and the Bullet Part 1: Ugly Americans

I can see it’s gonna be a long night
I ain’t gonna stop until I get it right
I don’t want to sing no jeremiad
I’d really love to say things just ain’t that bad

PreChorus

Oh how we love our denial, a comfort to cover up the shame
But the truth is standing on trial and I’ve got proof that we’re all to blame

Chorus

Oh my fellow Americans
Are we reaping our harvest of greed?
Have we built our house on sinking sand?
Why are we being Ugly Americans?
Uh huh huh huh, Uh huh huh huh

Call it the ballad of the battle of the ballot and the bullet
With a bead on the barrel and a hair trigger—pull it
Shoot yourself in the foot when you shut down dissent
Shoot yourself in the head—vote for a war president

Repeat PreChorus

Repeat First Three Lines of Chorus

What are we thinking?

Bridge

So go on and hurl your hateful curses
Or worse, sit silent and condemn
Curl your lip, call me unpatriotic
I’m singing this because I can
I’m singing this because I am your Ugly American
Uh huh huh huh, your Ugly American
Uh huh huh huh, your Ugly American
Uh huh huh huh, your Ugly American
Uh huh huh huh

Bridge

So go on and hurl your hateful curses
Or worse, sit silent and condemn
Curl your lip, call me a traitor
I’m singing this while I still can
I’m singing this because I am your Ugly American
(Uh huh huh huh) Why are we still fighting?
(Uh huh huh huh) A war without end?
(Uh huh huh huh) We all agreed to shut up since when?
(Uh huh huh huh) Heaven help this land

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In New York , I hung out at CBGB’s. I’d go and see these hardcore matinees every Sunday and I’d think, ‘Yeah, this is like a fiddle festival.’