Hey there, son of Adam   Hey there, daughter of Eve   Help me sing this tear gas riot song   For some fresh-faced police      They won't even know what hit 'em   When they lift their Roman shades   And the people's sun comes pouring in   On a brand new day      You who dammed the river   You changed our mountain's name   First we want Denali back   Then we're taking over Washington state      You get death as a consolation   You know only hate and rage   You paid a dowry for your child bride   And now she's living like a slave      A prayer came down the wire   It was all in the enemy's code   You couldn't figure out what mercy meant   So you did like you were told      When they finally sent the doctors   Once the fireball went out   There was nothing left but the cockroaches   And a movie with no sound      What good, what good are you   With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?   What good, what good are you   With your Seneca plague and your Arlington tomb?      Go ask Hunter Thompson   Go ask Hemingway's ghost   It all catches up with you   Once you get just a little too old      Take a hard look in the mirror   It's a thing that you cannot see   Your shadow's long but the day is young   It just wasn't meant to be      There's no blankets for the winter   There's no oil in the lamp   And I'd like to write my congressman   But I can't afford the stamp      You want me to pay my taxes   So you can propagate your lie   While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans   Looking like they're gonna die      You who quote the legends   You who poisoned all of my dreams   You who pinned all of the medals on   All those boys from Omaha Beach      Hope you haven't got too lazy   I know you like your apple pie   'Cause the working poor you've been pissing on   Are doing double shifts tonight      What good, what good are you   With your Seneca plague and your Arlington tomb?   What good, what good are you   With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?