I remember the day
that Washington burned,
And the bloody bits of JFK
still floating in
that Cuban bay
Hey, Hey, LBJ,
How many Kids
Did you Kill today?
Well, what can I say?
I wasn’t there to count ’em.
Napalm and Vietnam,
and a broken Saigon
and Viet-cahn,
Now President Saddam
and a Hydrogen bomb;
War.
What is it good for?
Look down and be reminded by your stumps
that you Can’t
Stand Up for your rights,
You left your legs in Afghanistan,
Just like your Dad left His in Iran!
Wheres the Taliban? There they are!
In the twisted scalding nails
And bits of metal in my Entrails!
In the desecrated monuments
And in the Veiled Females!
The Enemy is in my Head,
And if I shoot him Now,
He will be Dead.
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Nothin’s easy
when you’re
feelin’ queasy.
Nothin’s fun
when you’re
on the run.
people are scared
with you’re
blue hair.
you got you’re gun
and now it’s done.
Just pull the trigger
and watch it flash
before your eyes.
Give it a squeeze
and watch him
crumple to his knees.
It doesn’t matter
anymore.
When he’s
sinking to the floor.
Nothin’s hard
with you’re
own petard.
Everything’s fun
when you
got a gun.
They’re still scared
of your
red hair.
But the nightmare
is over
before it begun.
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