Patriot's Heart

If you want to see something patriotic there's a stripper
 He don't that look that good
 But he's got an all american smile
 That fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars
 From all the lonely men
 Who no one ever suffers
 Who wait around this bar
 And spend all their lonely hours
 They're already gone
 No one's running for cover
 The farther you run away
 The more you have to hide in the dark
 White as the worm that crawls in the patriot's heart
 It is so red white and blue the way he works the bar
 Selling his embraces like Mr. President or a fallen star
 And he don't care if you're worldly or wise
 He's just looking for men with sin in their eyes
 And he always says the same thing
 He says "So how you doin' baby
 I'm your rod and your staff
 And for a tip you can touch me"
 And after a few tequilas I become something holy
 And this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors
 And its mildewed ceiling
 Are more love
 Than even natural selection
 And dollar for dollar babe
 It's a better bargain
 The more you pay the more I can break you all apart
 And dollars pour like ashes from the patriot's heart
 Now he knows that your good time will kill him
 But the thought of getting old, well it does not thrill him
 He says "give me all your money and don't tell me what you're thinking
 I'm the past you wasted
 I'm the future you're obliterating
 Ah, c? mon grandpa remind me what you're celebrating
 That you're heart finally dried up
 Or that it finally stopped working
 And how you make a dead man come
 You learn the undertakers art
 And make 'em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriot's heart
 We all want a patriot's heart
 Give me your patriot's heart
 You can see him fade with the dawn and a pile of washingtons
 His head in a spin, he's happy to pass out again
 He would rather fade into the static than hear the violins
 That whine like old lovers who whine that they love him
 He would rather laugh alone in the dark with the soft hands of heaven
 Because they'd leave him alone with his entertainment system
 He does it for the money but he gives more than he's given
 He does it for the money but he gives more than he's given
 And it's only when he's naked that he feels his heart
 In the whorehouse desert of the patriot's heart
 We all want a patriot's heart
 We all want a patriot's heart