Uncle Sam wants You
Uncle Sam wants You

He's lyin' about El Salvador and Nicaragua, baby
While our so called newsmen beg for more
A million dollars here or there will never be missed
To fight a communist conspiracy that does not exist

He's depending on our silence
While he orchestrates our fear
If our neighbors are so satisfied
Why they comin' here

It's time to vote
Vote that mutha out

He don't understand the modern world
And he's running out of time
How can he deal with the 80's
When he thinks it's 1949

Whatever money don't go south goes to the Philippines
With stolen dignity
From people his own age
Who can't afford to dream

It's time to vote
Vote that mutha out

Uncle Sam wants You
Uncle Sam wants You
We're comin' to get you

He ain't talkin' to the Russians until election time
I guess that ain't too important these days
And he thinks it's good military strategy
To have an enemy 90 miles away

He's got every death squad on his payroll
Who cares as long as they stay out of sight
He's mortgaged all our futures
For a final moment in the spotlight

Our environment is a memory
And our children cannot read
300 dead in Lebanon
What's it gonna be

It's time to vote
Vote that mutha out
Uncle Sam wants You
Uncle Sam wants You

Vote! (Part III) After World War III [Rap Version]
Steven Van Zandt (Blue Midnight Music, 1984)

The first thing I'm gonna do after World War III
Is take my friends and my family
Walk right down Fifth Avenue
Stop at the Tower of Trump and have barbecue
Gonna go in anyplace I see
Won't be no suits to mess with me
Ain't gonna be no bigotry
No CIA to RSVP
No rich gettin' richer while the poor get hit
With payin' off the national deficit
I guess a little armaggedon might shake this place
'cause the world sure needs a slap in the face
Maybe we could improve society
By starting all over - that's okay by me
We could satisfy our children's needs
Instead of learning to hate - they could learn to read
We're gonna look back on '84
As the year we forgot what we were living for
The lawyers and judges be the first to pay
Gonna get their own little judgment day
If there's any short sighted businessmen still alive
They're gonna have to deal straight just to survive
If they can't swim - better learn to float
They should have thought ahead
Before they cast their vote
There won't be no corrupt politicians lying to my face
No competition, no guilt, no waste
No phoney advertisements, no hype, no show
No unemployment - and no ghetto
No overcrowded schools and jails
No slumlords no makin' bail
No more white lines and alcohol
To make it easy to forget it all
No more puppeteers and no more sheep
No more TV to put your brain to sleep
There'll be one thing left - reality
And no one left to blame after WW III
We could make the world a better place
If people realized there's just one race
I'll help you get yours - you help get mine
Instead of both of us stealin' a piece of the pie
Won't be no majority of greedy fools
No mindless information on the six o'clock news
No more fixed games that I can't win
No more street crime - no heroin
No soldiers fighting wars they can't understand
No taking advantage of a weaker man
I won't throw it in your face but just so you know
Remember this baby - I told you so

Song lyrics are reproduced by kind permission of Steven Van Zandt.