A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel All American dignitaries and issue a nationwide Travel advisory for any others left inside Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide The burned-out shells of southbound traffic lie Strewn along a cold Stretch of would-be interstate Still visible below Below the charred remains, Pax Americana plates Your stupid fucking laser puckers were just the start And while you may stand six full cubits and a spare A shepherd's sling and five stones in our hand The Battle of 1812 lives in our hearts We don't care if we're destroyed We'll never capitulate We'll take the whole fucking world down Down with us in flames Just a speculative fiction No cause for alarm We've got a good fifteen years left Until "United We Stand" Murals on West Broadway finally fade And we wave goodbye to your sad, childish refrains Exchanged for other stupid lullabies Like "You can have my guns when you pry Them from my cold, dead hands" Just a speculative fiction