if you want to see something patriotic there's a stripper he don't that look that good but he's got an all american smile that fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars from all the lonely men who no one ever suffers who wait around the bar and spend all their lonely hours whore already gone no ones running for cover the farther the run away away the more you have to hide in the dark white as a worm that crawls through the patriots heart
its so red white and blue the way he works the bar selling his embraces like mr. president or a fallen star and he doesn't care if you're worldly or wise he's looking for men with sin in their eyes and he always says the same thing: he says how are you doing baby I'm your rod and your staff and for a tip you can touch me and after a few tequilas he becomes something holy and this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors and mildewed ceiling has more love than even natural selection and dollar for dollar babe - its a better bargain the more you pay the more it can break you all apart dollars pour like ashes from the patriots heart
he knows that your good time will someday kill him but the thought of getting old doesn't thrill him he says give me all your money and don't tell me what you're thinking I'm the past you wasted I'm the future you're obliterating cmon grandpa tell me what you're celebrating that you're heart heart finally dried up or that it finally stopped working and how you make a dead man come is the undertakers art make 'em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriots heart
see him fade with the dawn and a pile of washington's with his head in a spin - happy to pass out again he would rather fade into the static than hear the violins that whine like old lovers who whine that they loved him he would rather laugh alone in the dark with the soft hands of heaven because it leaves him alone with his new entertainment system he does it for the money but he gives more than hes given he does it for the money but he gives more than hes given and its only when hes naked he feels his heart in the whorehouse desert of the patriots heart