Such derision when you fled   They bruised your lank shins while you were down   Some kicked the crutches from under your arms   You are one sorry story, a lost cause from conceivement   Still I like you and your thinking mind      And it's like a good book reads   Always question your country   There's knives in their blue eyes   So read up and turn off the telly      And say you do   Say you love us like I know you will   And that our deaths won't be in vain   Or in the name of gasoline      You then displaced to Paris, claiming your extra baggage   Mashing the fancy of your relatives   Nothing but tactfulness and peace   Outdoor restaurants and coffee   Books under your arms instead of crutches      And it's like a good book reads   Always question your country   There's knives in their blue eyes   So read up and turn off the telly   I said read up, turn off the telly      And say you do   Say you love us like I know you will   And that our deaths won't be in vain   Or in the name      And say that you do   Say you love us like I know you will   And that our deaths won't be in vain   Or in the name of gasoline      The bombs ring, we all sing, "Freedom at last!"   The bombs ring, children scream, "Freedom at last!"   The bombs ring, we all sing, "Freedom at last!   The bombs ring, "Freedom at last!"      And say that you do   Say you love us like I know you will   And that our deaths won't be in vain   Or in the name      And say that you do   Say you love us like I know you will   And that our deaths won't be in vain   Or in the name of gasoline