Post by bryant on Jun 23, 2005 11:39:02 GMT -8
"Bad people make bad ideas, and bad ideas lead to bad facts, and bad facts make bad laws, and bad laws make us all look bad in the eyes of those who think they're good."
and those zealots who think they're always right
those skinhead punk-rockers with their studs and earrings
and the Ronnie wannabe with his grey hair and evil scowl
and your american dream has become the people's nightmare
as your walk down and around your office with the cumstain on the floor
and the X marks the spot of their untimely death
as the pseudo-american heros shoot down your homeland
in an attempt, of course, to stop the reign of terror of the dreaded Red
and blood spilled like old paint over the burning flag
so i'll throw your butt in jail for writing some words
because Chicago is certainly fed up with you
so smoke your weed and drop your acid and search for the american dream
and when you get there, god damnit, write me a letter
because i've been searching for it all my life
but i've only discovered dark and mysterious caves of utter disappointment
and so the day continues on with the flag flying high over your yard
as you sit inside watching your little boy shoot his guns on national TV
praying and hoping he comes home in one piece with all limbs and eyebrows in tact
because when uncle sam says you've gotta go, you've got no choice but to shoot some gooks
you can pray and hope all you want but we're going to make you spill blood for oil
because damnit son, those grubby politicians have got wives and kids to feed too
and you can pray to your god high up in the clouds above
but he's on our side, you see, because god is in washington and he ain't leaving anytime soon
so the enemey will fund our daily life which is why they go unharmed
but the true american heros will got shot down day and night by the unnoffical big brothers
and like always they'll cover it up and tell it was suicide
oh but we always seem to know better, Richard
but of course you won't admit to any of it at all
so i guess you'd rather see us kick and scream and yell and punch and burn this place down
because we'll riot through the streets until the day is done
because we don't want to see this place go all to hell and fall to pieces
and we've got Mister Jefferson on our side and we're coming in and taking over
because your latest legislation is bringing us even closer to olde Germany
so we'll share our poetry and our philosophy and dance around the radioactive campfire
as you sit at camp david with your closest allies wondering how long it will be until it all comes to an end
but we begged you and we pleaded you to take a stand and make a difference
but the malicious corporate pigs showed you the dollar signs and you took a stand in the wrong direction
you left your people high and dry with nowhere to go and no one to look to
you sold out for a couple bucks, you gave your soul to beezlebub without regret
but the Declaration overpowers your greed and one day we're coming in and taking over
we're going to start it all over again, right from the beginning
we're going to make our Fathers proud after this corruption you gave them
and it will take time and it will take money but we're willing to do what it takes
we're going to save our souls and save this land too
we're going to free ourselves and everyone else too from your evil clutches
because the real war has only just began but i can tell you who will win and sure as hell ain't you.
and those zealots who think they're always right
those skinhead punk-rockers with their studs and earrings
and the Ronnie wannabe with his grey hair and evil scowl
and your american dream has become the people's nightmare
as your walk down and around your office with the cumstain on the floor
and the X marks the spot of their untimely death
as the pseudo-american heros shoot down your homeland
in an attempt, of course, to stop the reign of terror of the dreaded Red
and blood spilled like old paint over the burning flag
so i'll throw your butt in jail for writing some words
because Chicago is certainly fed up with you
so smoke your weed and drop your acid and search for the american dream
and when you get there, god damnit, write me a letter
because i've been searching for it all my life
but i've only discovered dark and mysterious caves of utter disappointment
and so the day continues on with the flag flying high over your yard
as you sit inside watching your little boy shoot his guns on national TV
praying and hoping he comes home in one piece with all limbs and eyebrows in tact
because when uncle sam says you've gotta go, you've got no choice but to shoot some gooks
you can pray and hope all you want but we're going to make you spill blood for oil
because damnit son, those grubby politicians have got wives and kids to feed too
and you can pray to your god high up in the clouds above
but he's on our side, you see, because god is in washington and he ain't leaving anytime soon
so the enemey will fund our daily life which is why they go unharmed
but the true american heros will got shot down day and night by the unnoffical big brothers
and like always they'll cover it up and tell it was suicide
oh but we always seem to know better, Richard
but of course you won't admit to any of it at all
so i guess you'd rather see us kick and scream and yell and punch and burn this place down
because we'll riot through the streets until the day is done
because we don't want to see this place go all to hell and fall to pieces
and we've got Mister Jefferson on our side and we're coming in and taking over
because your latest legislation is bringing us even closer to olde Germany
so we'll share our poetry and our philosophy and dance around the radioactive campfire
as you sit at camp david with your closest allies wondering how long it will be until it all comes to an end
but we begged you and we pleaded you to take a stand and make a difference
but the malicious corporate pigs showed you the dollar signs and you took a stand in the wrong direction
you left your people high and dry with nowhere to go and no one to look to
you sold out for a couple bucks, you gave your soul to beezlebub without regret
but the Declaration overpowers your greed and one day we're coming in and taking over
we're going to start it all over again, right from the beginning
we're going to make our Fathers proud after this corruption you gave them
and it will take time and it will take money but we're willing to do what it takes
we're going to save our souls and save this land too
we're going to free ourselves and everyone else too from your evil clutches
because the real war has only just began but i can tell you who will win and sure as hell ain't you.
