Sorry, Tom Lyrics

Inside all the high schools in the poor parts of town

Recruiters greet students like travel agents

What else could come from abandoned loose leaf

But kindle for fire in the Pentagon's home

Someone in a wheelchair hangs out everyday

At the foot of the exit on Kimberly Road

I wonder how they got there, did they go there by choice

How does this become anyone's last resort

I imagine the dreams of the president and those

Elected officials who serve S.O.L

Will one day pair loyalty with the world instead of

The nations they serve and the dicks that they have

I'm sorry to my grade school history teachers

I'm sorry to Francis Fukuyama

I'm sorry to you, Tommy Brokaw

But patriotism is nothing but dead to me