This isn't for the ones who blindly follow   Jingoistic bumper stickers telling you   To love it or leave it and you'd better love Jesus   And get out of the way of the Red, White and Blue      This isn't for the ones who buy their six-packs   At the 7-Eleven where the clerk makes change   Whose accent makes clear he sure ain't from here   They call him a camel jockey instead of his name      No, this is for the ones who stand their ground   When the lines in the sand get deeper   When the whole world seems to be upside down   And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper      This isn't for the ones who would gladly swallow   Everything their leader would have them know   Bowing and kissing while the truth goes missing   "Bring it on," he crows, putting on his big show      This isn't for the man who can't count the bodies   Can't comfort the families, can't say when he's wrong   Playing 'I'm the decider' like some sort of Messiah   While another day passes and a hundred souls gone      No, this is for the ones who stand their ground   When the lines in the sand get deeper   When the whole world seems to be upside down   And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper      This is for the ones that I see above me   Three little stars in a great big sky   Light for the world and hope for the weary, they say      This isn't for the ones with their radio signal   Calling for bonfires and boycotts, they rave   Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners   While counting the bucks of advertising, they'll say      This isn't for you and you know who you are   So just do what you want 'cause I know that you can   But I gotta be true to myself and to you   So on with the song, I don't give a damn