Sweet Neo Con

The Stones

You call yourself a Christian I think that you're a hypocrite You say you are a patriot I think that you're a crock of shit And listen, I love gasoline I drink it everyday But it's getting very pricey And who is gonna pay? How come you're so wrong? My sweet neo-con It's getting very scary Yes I'm frightened out my wits There's bombers in my bedroom And it's giving me the shits We must have loads more bases To protect us from our foes Who needs these foolish friendships We're going it alone It's liberty, for all Democracy's our style Unless you are against us Then it's prison without trial But one thing that is certain Life is good at Halliburton If you're really so astute You should invest in Brown and Root How come you're so wrong? My sweet neo-con Where's the money gone In the Pentagon Yeh yeh yeh How come you're so wrong? My sweet neo-con If you turn out right I'll eat my hat tonight