In the United States,
When boarding a plane you get prior 'ty,
Aft babes with moms and mates,
Because their job is to essent'lly die,
If the pres'dent says to,
With the hope that it's for something worthwhile,
Like maintaining gen'ral freedom for you.
Must say the privileged seating's pretty sweet,
I'd like to know the odds,
Of being killed versus getting aisle seats,
Both bring you close to God.
And that's not all,
You travel quite a bit,
Freedom can be taken from as far as,
Any country with enough oil in it.