Son of a Patriot

He’s found the trigger to your heart
He’s gonna pull it just as soon as he
Finds a switch to bring he
Shuts you down
He’s making puppets with his right hand
So you don’t know what the left’s doing
He’s gonna shut you down
Before you know it
I don’t wanna be a slave
I don’t wanna just behave
I wanna live my life my own way
(hey, hey, hey)
I know you’re tired of the Johnny-skirts
I’m the son of patriot who would love
To build you something good but
My hands are tied with your blood-stained tape
It took you hundreds of years to wind
It took you thousands of men to die
So you could stand upon the graves and claim
It was all in vein
I don’t wanna be a slave
I don’t wanna just behave
I wanna live my life my own way
(hey, hey, hey)
(whistling)
I don’t wanna be a slave
I don’t wanna just behave
I wanna live my life my own way