Primal Ruminations
Ballad of GW
Georgie, porgy steak and pie,
Kissed the flag and made it die
Once a gleam in Daddy's eye,
Now he's gone amuck and awry,
And sending all the boys to die,
He loves to see his golf balls fly
Just like his bombs that fill the sky
He'll make you rich if you're on his team,
And teach you to swallow the baby's scream,
He'll take your job and self esteem,
And outsource it to slaves on the Pacific Rim,
New World Order is his clan's dream,
To meet these ends he'll take any extreme,
Like scorch your country with fire and steam
He'll fight your words with sticks and stones,
He'll burn your bridges and take your homes,
To him we are but slaves and drones,
Who walk in crowds, yet are alone,
With lives reduced to monotones,
Of baseball games and ice cream cones,
The course is clear, if you're Skull n' Bones
He'll preempt your thoughts with appropriate action,
And wipe out your history by electronic transaction,
His war-lords are hungry to kill any new faction,
They like to start fires and predict the reaction,
And threaten with terror when you're chillin' and relaxin'
He'll tell you it's democracy and freedom he's protectin'
But somehow you know he's just lyin' and actin'
Nexus, flexus, hit you in the solar plexus,
Knock out your wind and ask for your taxes,
Which he'll gladly hand over to the military industrial complexes,
To make weapons of mass destruction to battle the evil axis,
He'll wash your mind with spells and hexes,
The world is a treasure map with plenty of ‘x's
With money to be had for the pirates of Texas
Kissed the flag and made it die
Once a gleam in Daddy's eye,
Now he's gone amuck and awry,
And sending all the boys to die,
He loves to see his golf balls fly
Just like his bombs that fill the sky
He'll make you rich if you're on his team,
And teach you to swallow the baby's scream,
He'll take your job and self esteem,
And outsource it to slaves on the Pacific Rim,
New World Order is his clan's dream,
To meet these ends he'll take any extreme,
Like scorch your country with fire and steam
He'll fight your words with sticks and stones,
He'll burn your bridges and take your homes,
To him we are but slaves and drones,
Who walk in crowds, yet are alone,
With lives reduced to monotones,
Of baseball games and ice cream cones,
The course is clear, if you're Skull n' Bones
He'll preempt your thoughts with appropriate action,
And wipe out your history by electronic transaction,
His war-lords are hungry to kill any new faction,
They like to start fires and predict the reaction,
And threaten with terror when you're chillin' and relaxin'
He'll tell you it's democracy and freedom he's protectin'
But somehow you know he's just lyin' and actin'
Nexus, flexus, hit you in the solar plexus,
Knock out your wind and ask for your taxes,
Which he'll gladly hand over to the military industrial complexes,
To make weapons of mass destruction to battle the evil axis,
He'll wash your mind with spells and hexes,
The world is a treasure map with plenty of ‘x's
With money to be had for the pirates of Texas
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Ballad of GW
Ballad of GW
