I'm wrong
you had it
dead on
all along
and believe me,
I've seen the light
might makes right
the bullet's the answer to everything
our higher power gives us the right
to clusterbomb the fuckers
to nuke the bastards
there's always a bigger fish,
and we're the bigger fish, but sometimes
there's a smaller fish with superior firepower,
and it's the bigger fish's right to kick the minnow back in line
I wish I'd seen this all along
I wish I'd known it all before, I wish
sarcasm transmitted better through poetry
you ignorant, testosterone-laden dipshit
You're just a
gun-towing
young republican
alpha male
feeling safe and confident,
secure and powerful
behind a gun and
a primitive impulse to
dominate at any cost.
Don't you see
that these instincts
are the very things
that will draw out our demise?
Don't you see
that these primitive impulses
is what will lead this species
ever-more towards
fucking itself for good?
But don't mind me
I'm nothing more than
the label you gave me
the pacifist, democratic liberal
calling, screaming, pleading
for peace at all cost,
blind to the primitive art
draped in `civilized' dress
of flexing ones muscles
and whipping
one's dick around,
screaming,
`mine's bigger than yours,
and bow to it or
get fucked by it!'
You're so much like
so many I've talked to
you're just like
so many I've seen
you won't be satisfied till
we've blown each other
to smitherines.
You think
the bullet can answer
any question and
throwing cluterbombs
like a simian throwing shit
is the only way to drill your point in
or just to hang your
high-technological phallic symbol
over their heads,
reminding them who's in charge,
showing them what you
could so easily fuck them with
if only they pushed their luck
a little harder.
You label me?
Here's a label for ya:
You're just a
gun-towing
young republican
alpha male
feeling safe and confident,
secure and powerful
behind a gun and
a primitive impulse to
dominate at any cost.
Don't you see
that these instincts
are the very things
that will draw out our demise?
Don't you see
that these primitive impulses
is what will lead this species
ever-more towards
fucking itself for good?
No doubt you'd argue
it's natural, and I agree,
and I therefore propose a war
against nature,
save that part of our nature
that allows us to
overcome our nature.
Nature would lead us
in cycles, like the seasons,
and we're in autumn edging
ever closer to winter.
Can't you feel the dead leaves
crunch below your heavy feet?
Aren't you numb from
the frigid breeze?
But you're right
I'm wrong
you had it
dead on
all along
I wish I'd
seen this all along
I wish I'd
known it all before,
I wish
sarcasm
transmitted better
through poetry.
I wish you'd wake up
and see beyond your insipid short-sightedness
right before this world cracks from
beneath your marching feet.
See the grave we're falling in
before it swallows us.
Live for peace
or rest in it.
you had it
dead on
all along
and believe me,
I've seen the light
might makes right
the bullet's the answer to everything
our higher power gives us the right
to clusterbomb the fuckers
to nuke the bastards
there's always a bigger fish,
and we're the bigger fish, but sometimes
there's a smaller fish with superior firepower,
and it's the bigger fish's right to kick the minnow back in line
I wish I'd seen this all along
I wish I'd known it all before, I wish
sarcasm transmitted better through poetry
you ignorant, testosterone-laden dipshit
You're just a
gun-towing
young republican
alpha male
feeling safe and confident,
secure and powerful
behind a gun and
a primitive impulse to
dominate at any cost.
Don't you see
that these instincts
are the very things
that will draw out our demise?
Don't you see
that these primitive impulses
is what will lead this species
ever-more towards
fucking itself for good?
But don't mind me
I'm nothing more than
the label you gave me
the pacifist, democratic liberal
calling, screaming, pleading
for peace at all cost,
blind to the primitive art
draped in `civilized' dress
of flexing ones muscles
and whipping
one's dick around,
screaming,
`mine's bigger than yours,
and bow to it or
get fucked by it!'
You're so much like
so many I've talked to
you're just like
so many I've seen
you won't be satisfied till
we've blown each other
to smitherines.
You think
the bullet can answer
any question and
throwing cluterbombs
like a simian throwing shit
is the only way to drill your point in
or just to hang your
high-technological phallic symbol
over their heads,
reminding them who's in charge,
showing them what you
could so easily fuck them with
if only they pushed their luck
a little harder.
You label me?
Here's a label for ya:
You're just a
gun-towing
young republican
alpha male
feeling safe and confident,
secure and powerful
behind a gun and
a primitive impulse to
dominate at any cost.
Don't you see
that these instincts
are the very things
that will draw out our demise?
Don't you see
that these primitive impulses
is what will lead this species
ever-more towards
fucking itself for good?
No doubt you'd argue
it's natural, and I agree,
and I therefore propose a war
against nature,
save that part of our nature
that allows us to
overcome our nature.
Nature would lead us
in cycles, like the seasons,
and we're in autumn edging
ever closer to winter.
Can't you feel the dead leaves
crunch below your heavy feet?
Aren't you numb from
the frigid breeze?
But you're right
I'm wrong
you had it
dead on
all along
I wish I'd
seen this all along
I wish I'd
known it all before,
I wish
sarcasm
transmitted better
through poetry.
I wish you'd wake up
and see beyond your insipid short-sightedness
right before this world cracks from
beneath your marching feet.
See the grave we're falling in
before it swallows us.
Live for peace
or rest in it.
