Lyrics

The Die is Cast.
War Has Been Declared.
Is There a Form for That?
My Taxes are Not Yet Prepared.
… You Stinkin’ Bastards.

Did I Vote for That?
I Really Can’t Remember.
Was it on the Ballot to Have Our Rights Dismembered?
… Those Stinkin’ Bastards.

Flag of Attrition Flown, Got No Strength to Resist.
They’re Carving Your Tombstone.
So, You Must Submit.
And from Their Shiny Thrones, They’ll Take Up All You Own,
Burn Down All You’ve Built and Grown,
As You Watch, Powerless.

They Think They Are Immune, and They’ll Get Away with It.
But We’ve Been Manipulated,
So, We’re OK with It.
We Don’t Want to Admit, We’d just Like to Forget.
We’re Getting Used to the Familiar Taste of Their Shit.
… Those Stinkin’ Bastards.
They’ll Sink Us Faster.

You’ll Suckle at The Tit,
Covered in Warts and Psoriasis.
Oozing Puss and Ignorance, Until You’ve Had Enough of It.
Just Show Me the Drawer with the Sharpest Knives.
Let’s See if We Can’t Cut a Few.

I Disagree with You… Those Stinkin’ Bastards.

See if We Can’t Cut a Few…
Of Those Stinkin’ Bastards…
I Disagree with You…