I don't feel like a liberatornliberator's don't get shot atnor maybe that was an old rulenyea....maybe it's thatnnOld Cheney never told usnthat this would be such a doozynbut you can't swing a shoe around herenwithout hitting a Russian UZInthey want us outta herenit's like a time bomb tickin'nso when your next psychotic dictator comes 'roundnyou can do their own ass kickin'nnI don't feel like a liberatornLiberator's always get the girlsnain't seen a girl since I've been herensure is a goofy part of the worldnnLittle boys asking for foodnbegging in the streetnturn your back on them my friendnit's the agony of defeatnwe're like that skier on Wide World Sportsncoming down that ski jump hillnlooking so far so good and then..nlike a hack writer in NashvillennI don't feel like a liberatornliberator's always make the newsnbut them camera guys think it's boring as hellnwatching us give away foodnnLost my friend todaynshot right outside his Humveenhe's got a 5 year old at homentrying to find him on TVngun blast trailed offnthen all I could hear was his screamnI laid my head upon his chestnnow do you know what I mean?nnI don't feel like a liberatornliberator's don't get shot atnor maybe that was an old rulenyea....maybe it's that