I grew up knowing the red fear
There was one under every bed
Heavy-booted midnight raids
He was involved, they said
You sometimes saw them again
Many disappeared to far camps
To be tortured, we were told
Those martyrs for democracy or
whatever goes for good 'round here
I grew up knowing the fear
Of commies kicking-in the door
To take us away to far camps
for realignment and reeducation
Only it was the nineteen seventies
Now's a new millennium my dear
Democracy and capitalism prevailed
We've been deradicalised
Now what is there for us to fear
They blow down the door
From thousands feet up in the air
Your ass splats down in Guantanamo bay
Or some far camp, for torture they say
The Cold War is over square and fair
And communism was the winner
The winning business strategy
Disguised as American Democracy
Home of the Democratic Acoiitheists for Translucent Anarchy