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