Hands in the Jar

We're in the throes of insurrection
With eyes opened wide
Now get up on your palest horse
And ride, hyah!
Play a battle hymn of the heartland
And serve the country well
What kind of fool or sumbitch am I? Reply:

Well, I'm no Slick Willie!
I'm no Slick Willie!
Well, I'm no Slick Willie!
I'm no Slick Willie!

The grass is green on the other side
Of this road, so I'm told
And Dystopia is warm
This time of the year, and it's clear
We'll take a path of least resistance
With the wind at our backs
And make known our presence while we're here
And they'll cheer:

"Go, Slick Willie!" "Go, Slick Willie!"
"Go, Slick Willie!" "Go, Slick Willie!"

Come on!

Rah!

Well, I'm no Slick Willie!
I'm no Slick Willie!
Well, I'm no Slick Willie!
I'm no Slick Willie!

We're in the throes of insurrection
With eyes opened wide
Now get up on your palest horse and ride
Play a battle hymn of the heartland
And serve the country well
What kind of fool or sumbitch am I?

That's what you are: Hands in the jar
That's what you are: Hands in the jar
That's what you are: Hands in the jar
That's what you are: Hands in the jar!

That's what you are: Hands in the jar
That's what you are: Hands in the jar
That's what you are: Hands in the jar
That's what you are: Hands in the jar!

That's what you are: Hands in the jar
That's what you are: Hands in the jar
That's what you are: Hands in the jar
That's what you are: Hands in the jar