Artist: Cage f/ Jello Biafra Album: Hell's Winter Song: Grand Ol' Party Crash Typed by: email@example.com (That music makes you feel downright patriotic, doesn't it?) [Jello Biafra as the Dubya] Our nation must come together to unite I know that human beings and fish can coexist peacefully Nobody needs to tell me what I believe But I do need somebody to tell me where Kosovo is The illiteracy level of our children are appalling (Beware, I live) [Cage] I wake up to a caffeine, cigarette vaccine Then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline Feel like a loser 'cause I'm not in Fallujah Painting a land cruiser with an iraqi then taking his ruger No M-16 to give me a callus Inhuman super malice for GOB uber alles Baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery I'm in a deli eating tuna, tasting the mercury Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water Get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters Gun concealer 'cause I see a realer reality And what I breathe through my nasal cavities, killing my batteries Bombs in the metropolis, out all eye sockets Esophagus melted out some shite group will get their props for this Look, I need petro for my Mercedes But I'm not trying to kneel or die for emperor Cheney Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd Unless, of course, it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg Being pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi members Are like "fuck you!" with New York's two middle fingers If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this The opposite of congress must be progress What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert (Run, coward) [Jello Biafra as the Dubya] I was proud the other day when both republicans and democrats Stood with me in the Rose Garden to announce their support for a clearer statement of purpose: you disarm, or we will [Cage] American flags fly, moral's high A unit of twenty or so repelling apaches in the sky Into a village of killers, little Jimmy from Jackson Mississippi, just graduated and seeing action M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly Whoever's in that line of fire - chest full of democracy! Turn the corner, team leader, neck up, the nose gone Blown off, this is not PS2's Soccom Jimmy stays so calm, shoots, count nothing Riddled in his back answers come flying out his stomach Face down, then it's face up in a bed, almost dead Eyes slowly open, IV bags and no legs A couple sandwiches and some bloody bandages In a room full of amputee GI amateurs He gets the word that his unit didn't make it Got a free ticket home but flat lined before he got to take it [Jello Biafra as the Dubya] We're certain there are people that can't stand what America stands for We're certain there are madmen in this world And there's terror, and there's missiles And I'm certain of this too (I hunger) [Cage] Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs 9 They're chasing away kids playing hop-scotch in this chalk outline Two F-16's, screeh an iridescent sky Look down, we're not in Iraq, we're in N.Y. Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthworms Two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term The army in the subway, walking with toolies I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talking to me Drive with my left, I know what's right - my weapon hand Like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram License on the car window when I pass through You've seen the news, no joke, New York pig department will blast you My Weathermen party is invite only, soldier 'Cause with one wave of King G. Dub's scepter it's over The right to assemble puts the bearous team on you Look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you [Jello Biafra as the Dubya] By our efforts we have lit a fire in the minds of men It warms those who feel its power, it burns those who fight its progress And one day this untamed fire of freedom will reach the darkest corners of our world It is the policy of the United States to seek and support the growth Of democratic movements and institutions in every nature and culture With the ultimate goal of ending tyranny in our world Except right here at home! Hee-hee-hee-hee! Yee-Haw! Don't mess with Texas! (x4) Connie...Connie, give me some pretzels Mommy, mommy, give me that bible Give me that bible with the pages cut out and it got that cocaine in it C'mon, c'mon, don't mess with Texas! *snorting sounds* I'll fuck anything that moves!