About Me
I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
I wanna dose the DEA
I wanna join the CIA (not really)///The hot Sunni sun
passes Moaning Mosque Spire.
B-company's pinned down
and under heavy fire.
Underneath the palms
there's improvised bombs.
Because Jihad Johnny
Knows- Yankee is a liar.//An eye for an eye.
And blood for Texas Tea.
At the call to prayer
Al Queda's on his knees.
Isac vs. Ishmael.
Allah vs. Christ.//There's celebratory fire
And a purple thumb vote.
Tom cruise is on a sortie
from a gulf love boat.
Smart bombs are a coming,
See the children running.
The dead are all laughing,
But we don't get the joke.//They lost another friend today.
It's getting rough over there.
They say the whole things fucked.
I wish the boys were back.
At least I know they're still alive.
Another letter from Iraq.//Presents full of Christmas loot.
All that's left of Bullet Billy-
is a pair of bloody boots.
His mom is on the phone,
His girl is all alone.
We all stand in the rain
for a twenty-one gun salute.////Our beloved democracy is now six feet under, yes it is
Cause you got perception managers selling war blunder, they do
There is not an outlet they can't reach
Follow along just like good sheep
They alter, manipulate info that you read//Sell it on the TV, they sell it to the press
Sell it to the right wing, sell it to the left
Make us believe what they say is the truth
Mr. Rendon, fuck you for selling your lies
For selling your lies//Yeah I know that it is really nothing so new
Follow along with the government red, white, and blue
Better wake up, it's running out of time
They control every single fucking dime
The N.S.A. is watching everything you do//Sell it on the TV, they sell it to the press
Sell it to the right wing, sell it to the left
Make us believe what they say is the truth
Mr. Rendon, fuck you for selling your lies
For selling your lies//
