I was walkin' in New York City on a summer afternoon
Thought I’d drop by and check in on one of them, uh, Wall Street Tycoons
Well those guys must really know somethin’ about securities
Cause JP Morgan Chased me right off his property
Said “Son, if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t no good to me.”

I gathered myself up and got back on my feet
I scanned my surroundings for something I could eat
That’s when I heard the vendor calling out to me…

“American Sausage, it’s my favorite meat!
American Sausage, it can’t be beat!
American Sausage, why you taste so sweet?
I wanna eat you five times a day!”

Well I said, “I’ll give it a try. Hey man, that’s pretty good.
Won’t you tell me what’s in that there sausage, if you would?”
Well he said, “I don’t know what’s in that recipe.
Them fat cats have it shipped in from overseas.
You’ll have to head down to Latin America, go south of Belize.”

I searched for weeks on end but nothing I could find
In Panama I thought that I would lose my mind
I knew it had to be close because of the smell
The more I asked the people there the less they'd tell
‘Till a young, scared-looking man pulled me aside
He said, “My people, we have nothing to hide.

“But I know this guy, around the way
My sisters says he works for the CIA
She says she saw him kill a man, but he didn’t have to pay
‘Cause he works for the USA!

Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam
What will it take for you to understand?
I just want to be left alone with my family and my land
I don’t wanna be a part of your plans
Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam
Why don’t you understand?

Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, what will it take for you to understand?
I just want to be left alone with my family and my land
I wanna relax by the ocean in the hot summer sand
Don’t wanna be part of your plans but I can’t run from your pointing hand
Sayin’ ‘I want you, I want you,’ well I want nothin’ to do with you
Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, why don’t you understand?

It’s that American Sausage, it’s the worst kind of meat.
American Sausage, there's blood in the streets
American Sausage, why you taste like defeat?
I wish you’d up and go away

American Sausage, it’s the worst kind of meat.
American Sausage, for the assholes on Wall Street
Oh, American Sausage, why you taste like defeat?
I wish you’d up and go away

I was walkin’ in Panama on a sunny afternoon
Thought I’d drop by and check in on this here, ah, CIA buffoon
Well those guys, also seem to know somethin’ about security
He knew I was comin’ before I set foot on his property
Said, “Son, I know you’re here to ask me about that recipe.

“Ten years ago I would have killed you just for asking
But I’m retired now my instincts are relaxing
I do possess the information you wish to know
I’ll share it with you now for many others know
There are two main components to the recipe:

BLOOD AND OIL!

BLOOD AND OIL!

Blood and oil and-
Blood and oil and fat and a little meat!

Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam
it took too long for me to understand!
I just should have stayed at home with my family and my land
I should have relaxed by the ocean in the hot summer sand
But I got wrapped up in your plans
And now the blood won’t wash from my hands
Singin’ ‘Out damn spot, out damn spot!’
Oh, and the guilt sits so deep in my gut
Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, I didn't understand

It’s that American Sausage, it’s the worst kind of meat!
American Sausage, there’s blood in the streets!
American Sausage, it’s stainin’ our feet
And we’ll never wash it off again!

American Sausage, it’s the worst kind of meat!
American Sausage, there’s blood in the streets!
American Sausage, it’s stainin’ our feet
And we’ll never wash it off again!


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