how ready are you    to die for an ideal    what's the connection,    between a lie and what is real    Mother Superior       I've got an angel on my back    I'm one of the righteous    and I'm never going back    no, no, no    I'm never going back       who's that shining forth-right man    about to die behind me    he's waiting for the portress to    send me head over heels    who's that black-heart four-star    general walking up the hill    to ask the liberals nicely    to help, finance his private war       and if I didn't trust that man    when he puts the rifle in your hand    sings you songs of pageantry and grace    and how much you want to bet    on the other side    there's a man with twice your pride    and they put you feet first in an    unmarked grave       there was a time in our history    when we justified by saying    our destinies manifest    now imperialism is the mantra    of the west       see that trigger happy    college boys, love a chance    to try out their new toys    then they wash the city streets    clean, with the blood of infidels       as the fabric of democracy    left tattered in the dust    we could put, another greedy man    into the dictatorial    puppet-show, now    tell me, who do you trust    who do you trust       and an abominable hemisphere    would perpetuate a heart-whole    atmosphere    call it a threat    to national security    call it just a poor-sick face    one more place,    to export cheap labor       hail the monarchy    hail the oligarchy    a potential for anarchy    and we pat ourselves    firmly on the back