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By Misti Date: 2003 Jun 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.06.02.35.17161]] |
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You can't be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline. It helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a beer. -Frank Zappa aight (all right for all you English hounds) yo, check this out (attention! listen up!) everybody's got a list of gripes, bitches and complaints saints ain't real 'cause Paul is dead we got sinners who are ill in the head preachin' poisoned platitudes instead to all the deviants who masturbate and hate organized hypocrisy painted up as date night with Jesus the Main Man with fishy bumper stickers on their sedans and SUVs how can you love God when you can't love me or your neighbor, for that matter 'cause he's out of control blasting your virgin ears with satanic rock and roll and he doesn't want you to save his soul 'cause he isn't scared if you cared so much you'd lend the guy some cds and videos when he's feelin' down 'stead of talkin' 'bout the stars he can wear in his crown if he walks your way gay people bother you black people bother you Thomas Jefferson must be rollin' in his grave 'cause he loved White God America while fuckin' his favorite African slave keep pointin' that finger and someone someday is gonna bite it off and you'll be bleedin' alone while the village idiots scoff and walk away to spank their monkeys indulge in a sweaty fuck or blast yo ass with some foul wordplay. |