Yer Country Songtext / Lyric

In the country, it aint no tis of thee.

In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed.

The sham of 69 geared up

for riots against police.

The country is rippin at the seams.



In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the lumps.

In the country, just a suitcase and a thumb.

Well if ya practice what ya preach

I heard it makes ya smile.

The country boys are frowning all the while.






Barbed wire bop

Bomb shelters in the backyards

Roller skating at the hop.

Rebel, Rebel Rock

Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock.



Rebel, Rebel Rock.

Rebel, Rebel Rock.

Young Rebel, rebel rock

Young Rebel. . .



(Yer Country!)

It won't stop fucking me.

(Yer Country!)

Will crush you with its feet.

Country croning and moaning with a hymn

The Country of regulations never fuckin bend.



The Barbed wire bop

Bomb shelters in the backyards

Roller skating at the hop.

Rebel, Rebel Rock

Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock.