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| DubAmerika Words & Music Uncle Ted's Garage ©2002 (except for those incredibly intelligent words spoken by the (P)resident of the USA) It is what it is... Stupid is, as stupid does "There's an old saying in Tennessee -- I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee -- that says, fool me once - - - - shame on - - shame on you. Fool me you can't get fooled again." And with the Nations grace One man can destroy the human race Will wonders never cease? You'd better get on your knees and pray for peace "We cannot let terrorists and rogue nations hold this nation hostile or hold our allies hostile" "Conspiracy theories abound in American politics. I don't even need to be subliminabable about the differences between our views" And with the Nations grace One man can destroy the human race Will wonders never cease? You'd better get on your knees and pray for peace It is what it is... Stupid is, as stupid does |
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| A Political Song Words & Music - Uncle Ted's Garage ©2002 Sunshine and rainbows... Lipstick and candy And bombs flying over my head A shrub in the White House Resident junkie I can't pull my ass out of bed And what's the the matter with Susie? I hear she lost her head in Reno Got caught in a terrible mess A one-armed bandit slayed her And not quite an hour later We find her, buried in debt Ain't it grand? - This big happy 'ol world We're living in A clean pair of jeans- a bullet-proof vest And a note, addressed to my next of kin Starshine and moonbeams Cell phones and pagers And raves pumping right up till dawn Pacifier online... baby's gotta unwind If it's natural, how can it be wrong Let's give a hand to Mikey... On the mount...tackling Moses The N.R.A. caught in his sights Corporation welfare... Politicians don't care Just maybe, he's got it right Ain't it grand? - This big happy 'ol world We're living in A clean pair of jeans- a bullet-proof vest And a note, addressed to my next of kin Sunshine and rainbows... Lipstick and candy And bombs flying over my head A shrub in the White House Resident junkie I can't pull my ass out of bed |
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| The Peace Chain ©2003 Uncle Teds Garage You can talk all you want Won't guarantee we'll listen We've had plenty of time To feel out your position And the weight of your breath Could never change our minds You see, we're on to you And your partners in crime Are we not getting through? We say, not in our name We're standing heart to heart Can't break the Peace Chain The peace chain stretchs far Across hills and plains Millions standing heart to heart Can't break the Peace Chain You think you've got it sewn up Little man... big fight It must be hell on you Knowing you're always right Well here's a message for you Hey, we're not buying This crap you shove down our throats Your double-talk, your lyin' Are we not getting through? We say, not in our name We're standing heart to heart Can't break the Peace Chain The peace chain stretchs far Across hills and plains Millions standing heart to heart Can't break the Peace Chain You'd better watch your left It's comin' round to meet you It starts slow... like a crawl A whisper in a church pew And the movement, it grows A never-ending crescendo Falling down over you And your worthless commandos Are we not getting through? We say, not in our name We're standing heart to heart Can't break the Peace Chain The peace chain stretchs far Across hills and plains Millions standing heart to heart Can't break the Peace Chain Can't Break the Peace Chain... Can't Break the Peace Chain... |
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