America the Ironical

This morning I was thinking about our national anthem (in the United States).  I think we should replace it with something else, maybe something like this:

Some people say a man is made out of mud
An American's made out of plastic and crud
Plastic and crud and bombs and votes
A mind that's weak and a voice that's strong

You vote every year, what do you get
Another year older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
 
I was born one mornin' when the house didn't fall
I picked up my ballot and I walked to the stall
I voted sixteen times for liars that stole
And the party boss said "Well, bless my soul!"
 
You vote every year, what do you get
Another year older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
 
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Naive and stupid are my middle name
I was raised in the schoolyard on federal loans
Can't no framed diploma learn me to earn

You vote every year, what do you get
Another year older and deeper in debt 
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
The Iraqis didn't, and a lot of them died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the Right wing don't kill you
Then the Left sure will

You vote every year, what do you get
Another year older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

There.  That was fun.