Negative
Bluelighter
Two verses to a song I'm working on . . . no chorus yet though . . .
I'm talkin to my notepad, mad at the country
Violatin the Patriot Act, Ashcroft is huntin me
Watchin Crossfire and my boy Paul Begala
Tucker's a motherfucker, all my liberals holla
Fuck President Shrub, the country's stayin the wrong course
If others don't give us the rub he's comin in usin mad force
Like a norse, pillagin, sendin my friends to war
evil to the core, nothin but "more more more!"
Borin a hole in the Middle East
more like a huge rift, the W's the mark of the beast
feastin on peace, it seems he thrives on fury
burying more and more people, death in a hurry
currying favor to no one but the oil industry
and caring not when tankers wreck, dumpin crude into the sea
Gotta get this man out of office in November
becasue it seems the middle class tax cut was mailed return to sender
Chorus (not done yet)
Blastin my people for all that they're worth
his policy is crazy, he's taxin the poor first
Its like we're paying for the dope that he cooks in his silver spoon
he's set the official date for Vietnam 2, the end of June
tune in to CNN, the revolution is televised
It seems the Shia and Sunni both know who they dispise
Risin to the occasion and capturin towns
All I see are charred American corpses dragged around
Foundin a Palestinian movement equals death
Isreali copters firin missiles, Yassin take your last breath
I guess the only constant is violence
In a land where occupation is the same thing as silence
It seems that peace just isn't an option
the opposite, weapons, convictions, everybody's got some
Its like no one in the region has any common sense
so lets just light the fuse, let the explosion commence
Chorus (again, not done)
. . . still a work in progress.
Thaddeus
I'm talkin to my notepad, mad at the country
Violatin the Patriot Act, Ashcroft is huntin me
Watchin Crossfire and my boy Paul Begala
Tucker's a motherfucker, all my liberals holla
Fuck President Shrub, the country's stayin the wrong course
If others don't give us the rub he's comin in usin mad force
Like a norse, pillagin, sendin my friends to war
evil to the core, nothin but "more more more!"
Borin a hole in the Middle East
more like a huge rift, the W's the mark of the beast
feastin on peace, it seems he thrives on fury
burying more and more people, death in a hurry
currying favor to no one but the oil industry
and caring not when tankers wreck, dumpin crude into the sea
Gotta get this man out of office in November
becasue it seems the middle class tax cut was mailed return to sender
Chorus (not done yet)
Blastin my people for all that they're worth
his policy is crazy, he's taxin the poor first
Its like we're paying for the dope that he cooks in his silver spoon
he's set the official date for Vietnam 2, the end of June
tune in to CNN, the revolution is televised
It seems the Shia and Sunni both know who they dispise
Risin to the occasion and capturin towns
All I see are charred American corpses dragged around
Foundin a Palestinian movement equals death
Isreali copters firin missiles, Yassin take your last breath
I guess the only constant is violence
In a land where occupation is the same thing as silence
It seems that peace just isn't an option
the opposite, weapons, convictions, everybody's got some
Its like no one in the region has any common sense
so lets just light the fuse, let the explosion commence
Chorus (again, not done)
. . . still a work in progress.
Thaddeus
