Yer Country Lyrics

In the country, it aint no tis of thee.
In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed.
The sham of 69 geared up
For riots against police.
The country is rippin at the seams.

In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the lumps.
In the country, just a suitcase and a thumb.
Well if ya practice what ya preach
I heard it makes ya smile.
The country boys are frowning all the while.

Barbed wire bop
Bomb shelters in the backyards
Roller skating at the hop.
Rebel, Rebel Rock
Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock.

Rebel, Rebel Rock.
Rebel, Rebel Rock.
Young Rebel, rebel rock
Young Rebel. . .

(Yer Country!)
It won't stop fucking me.
(Yer Country!)
Will crush you with its feet.
Country croning and moaning with a hymn
The Country of regulations never fuckin bend.

The Barbed wire bop
Bomb shelters in the backyards
Roller skating at the hop.
Rebel, Rebel Rock
Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock.