I'm not a racist but I am   I served my time in Vietnam   I've got three jobs, this is one   Sometimes I wish that I'd kept my gun      This country's going down the tubes   I can't afford to pay my dues   Unless you've got some sponsorship   For Christ sakes, buddy      Don't get sick   Don't grow old   Don't be poor   Do what you're told      Yeah, are you from Europe?   Well so am I, I came here in 1955   Half American, half asleep   Same day a rain will came   And wash the streets      The CIA, the KGB   It's all the same conspiracy   The whole damn country's on the skids   You better tell your kids      Don't get sick   Don't grow old   Don't be poor   Or underprivileged   Do exactly what you're told      Keep the meter running   Until we reach our destination   The grim reaper isn't coming   He's been otherwise detained      With apocalypse practice   And his other occupation   Behind the wheel of his taxi cab   That?s driving me insane      They took 4,000 headers on a bus ride   Left 'em dribbling at the seaside   Where the sun would keep them warm   Give a guy a uniform      They live out on the freeway now   They?re waiting till your car breaks down   Don't take the American dream to bed   One of these days you'll wake up dead