
Oi, Uncle Sam, clutching your pearls so tight,
Shaking at a red flag in the dead of the night.
Your ticker’s stopped but hell, you’ll swear you’re free,
While you’re queuing for aspirin at the ER’s agony.
*(Chorus)*
“Commie scare! Commie scare!” you howl at the moon,
But you can’t cough up cash for a simple Tylenol spoon.
Parade your stars and stripes, your homeland’s divine—
Yet watch your sons march off to die on borrowed time.
*(Verse 2)*
You’re out of work, kid—yeah, the boss pulled the plug,
But wave that holy Bible—savior of the shrug.
Privatized prayers and premiums sky-high,
While your red-baiting buddies just smile and say “Buy, buy, buy.”
*(Chorus)*
“Commie scare! Commie scare!” you chant in the square,
As your kids join the corps, shipped off into thin air.
You tremble at “equality,” that grim pink ghost—
Better than a ration ticket when you need it most.
*(Bridge)*
So here’s a qui—ck lesson in irony’s game:
Fearing the Left keeps you chained to the same shame.
No health, no jobs, no peace—just petroleum dreams,
But spit on the hammer and sickle, and champion your screams.
*(Verse 3)*
You toast to freedom with your overpriced beer,
While hospitals send you home, “Good luck, disappear!”
Fear the red specter, they said, or you’ll go blind—
Yet you’re blind to the truth eating holes in your mind.
*(Chorus)*
“Commie scare! Commie scare!” echo through the land,
While you’re stuck on your back with an empty welfare hand.
Laugh it up, patriot—sing that ignorant tune,
Until the red tide’s the only cure you can’t balloon.
*(Outro)*
So remember, dear Yank, with your pockets so bare:
The greatest terror’s not the red—it’s your own despair.
Salute the flag, bleed for the cause, and live in dread—
They’ll sell you the fear while your future lies dead.
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