Soft water or hard rock like metal
Caballero kids dressed like the Pistols
Right-hand filled skies stretched like an anthem
A generation late looks to lose the system
Hot water or cold beer like Dave sang
Burn my hands and throat just like bee stings
Gas station meccas like oases
A set of head-lit highway eyes blinking indefinitely
Well, the states of the Union are the State of The Union
And the states of the Union are strong
And all these kids in their states
They're all singing the same song
So, be strong, find your voice, and sing along
Bad water or good dreams like lighting
Fit my no-noose neck just like a canteen
Dripping dry from loose lips like parties
Making little splashes all across the big country
Clean water or dirty kids like road trips
Spread out like maps crushed by fight-fists
Then crash in like white waves on West Coasts
Meeting in the middle just like post-war politicos
Well, the states of the Union are the State of The Union
And the states of the Union are strong
And all these kids in their states
They're all singing the same song
So, be strong, find your voice, and sing along