I want to tell you a story of virility and stifled sexuality
a self appointed entity makes laws without mixed company
you say abortion isn't right but it's not your fucking life
keep your morals to yourself get your hands off of me
I'm supposed to be free
there are those who wear a badge and a well pressed set of blues
they live there lives in tension and release is overdue
they say they've got a job to do protecting me and you
but if that's what you call protection get your hands off of me
I'm supposed to be free
in the history of america derision has it's place
but everyone's a patriotic kiss ass to your face
still we throw our lives away for the good, old u.s.a.
but I'll still tell you get your hands off of me