oh say can you see
through the rockets red glare,
through the bombs bursting in air,
through your patriots cold stare
all the dead children lying there?
all the little osamas fair?
here on the ramparts i stand
here in this holiest holy land
just another american man
with my automatic weapon in hand
here i stand in god’s good grace
with a smile upon my face
and before i blow you away
I just have this to say
ciao baby, have a nice day
no hard feelin’s ya hear me jose?
no hard feelin’s, it’s the american way
it’s the american way
duane poncy, january, 2006