Ticket punch day
Terrorist A-Rab
May have a way
Take away pain, pleasure
In a manner
Of speaking sanely
A measure of relevance
Would they make him a planner
Of urban developments?
They have programmed
Inhumanely
After listening closely
He's no A-Rab at all
But merely a Russian
Scanning shots of urban scrawl
But who is to say
They're not the next to attack?
Give us our cushion of arrogance back
Take back your Prussia and Berlin Wall
I know you're not German
I don't care at all
You're surfing a MacBook
And eating Big Macs
We're giving away all our hooks
For attacks
We've capitalized and capsized our titles
Our capitol size cannot rise or revital
Thank you for coming
And gobbling freedom
We've had quite our fill
And our books -
We don't read 'em
Collect 'em, protect 'em, select 'em for lists
But the reality is -
Forced to study,
We're pissed
Strong at the wrist
From the video game
Of clobbering splinter cells
To us it's the same
As actually having the strength to redeem
This culture of Grande, sweet, heavy cream
As for looks -
It's our will
And our grand constitution
Succumbing to implant our next revolution
And if perchance freedom itself starts to pout
We'll add a great tagline and airbrush it out
As for imigrants
We bleed 'em and weed 'em right out
It's mind numbing
But that's what this country's about
Give us your week
Your tires and engines
We'll build up a calendar
That burns fifty-two pensions
And if it's a state of mind that you seek
Go back home, this is fifty-one
Land of the meek
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6.25.08
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