The first thing you'll probably notice about this song is the marvelous melody, both catchy and unexpected and with a nice Tin Pan Alley bounce in its step, and the next is the perfectly fine but not quite as marvelous indie-angst voice. Listen to the words, though, and you'll find that it's, rather unexpectedly, an expletive-filled protest song, spewed out in a bitter stream-of-consciousness style: "I curse at what we fucked up in Iraq, you say support the troops, I do, I want them all brought back, and every building that you bombed raised from the ground, and pull your contractors the fuck out."
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