Ballad of the A.T.F.

I miss the Russians, I miss Vietnam
SNAFUs and unforeseen flaws in the plan
I miss Nixon, I miss Agnew and Ford
I am a steward, I am shackled and bored
I miss Castro, I miss the Chinese
I miss sympathetic fascist regimes
I miss the future the we had in the past
Miss knowing that this day could be my last
We’re the A.T.F
Mopping up what’s left
In the promised land where we are living
We’re the A.T.F
Mopping up what’s left
The machine we built still needs feeding
These kids are crazy since the wars all got won
We built Jerusalem for ungrateful scum
I miss History I miss death and disease
I miss smoky bars with monochrome TVs
I miss the Masons and Main Street USA
I miss the beer bongs and the football games
I miss the summers and the eight track tapes
I miss the boys and the covered up rapes
We’re the A.T.F
Mopping up what’s left
In the promised land where we are living
We’re the A.T.F
Mopping up what’s left
The machine we built still needs feeding
We need the victory
We need the press
We need it for the A.T.F
We need the victory
We need the press
We need it for the A.T.F
We need the victory
We need the press
We need it for the A.T.F
I like the uniform
I keep it pressed
We keep it for the A.T.F
This thing will not stand
This thing will not stand
This thing will not stand
This thing will not stand
This thing will not stand
This thing will not stand
We’re the A.T.F
Mopping up what’s left
In the promised land where we are living
We’re the A.T.F
Mopping up what’s left
The machine we built still needs feeding
We’re the A.T.F
Mopping up what’s left
In the promised land where we are living
We’re the A.T.F
Mopping up what’s left
The machine we built still needs feeding