Be careful what you're doin' - Be careful what you say
Be careful what you're thinkin' or they'll come take you away.
Don't ask any questions- and you'd better not complain
'Cause that makes you a "terrorist" in "Homeland," USA.
You don't need no lawyers now, 'cause you ain't got no rights
We hang whistle-blowers here, and we crucify white knights
We don't need no stinking Constitution, anyway.
That ain't the way we do things now, in "Homeland," USA.
We listen on your telephone - We're reading all your mail
If we don't like your attitude - You're goin' right to jail.
You want to know the charges? HA! You'll just have to guess.
But right before you hang yourself, you're going to confess.
The enemy is everywhere - they're Black, they're Brown, they're Gay!
In the League of Women Voters and your local PTA
If they mention freedom or justice - Report them right away
You just can't be too careful, now, in "Homeland," USA
With: Molly MacMillan, piano; Harry Aceto, bass; Frank Campos, trumpet; Matthew Clauhs, flute; Jen Middaugh, vocals. Written and arranged by Spartacus Jones. Recorded and mixed by Will Russell at Electric Wilburland, Newfield, NY.
