Subject: Guns
BIBLE BELT GUN SHOW
Who knew putting up a fight
Meant putting on a show
One too many times in court
And now you've got to go
All crowd around the golden calf
Commander-dolt-in-chief
As he's led away in handcuffs
To their shock and disbelief
chorus:
Bible Belt gun show
It keeps them entertained
The politics that fools and tricks
The bored and addled brained
Bible Belt gun show
You showed them who's in charge
How fast you go from cult hero
To fugitive at large
Bible Belt gun show (Jesus in camo)
Bible Belt gun show (scripture meets ammo)
Bible Belt gun show (backwoods G.I. Joe)
Bible Belt gun show (Jehovah to bravo)
It was one long heart attack
From Clinton through Obama
Subjecting every tortured soul
To all your needless drama
Lashing twisted tongues
Grotesque legal contortions
Ratchet up the crazy
To unheard of proportions
Condemn the un-American
And make your little speech
As you peddle your religion
Borrowed from the Middle East
Guns going into Starbucks
On family Christmas cards
Popping up in campaign ads
Like victims in graveyards
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You got the nurses, the teachers
The school boards on the run
What was it you were saying
Mister good guy with a gun?
You claimed it's for your self-defense
Claimed it's for protection
As you crowd around the ballot box
To shoot out an election
Got you foaming at the mouth
At their Pavlovian bell
A little neural programming
And you're angry as all hell
Boycott the social sites
Boycott the NFL
Drive those lizard-brain resentments
Into every gun they sell
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KEEP YOUR COOL
All those years and drugs you took
The schoolyard bullies went off the hook
Medicate the victims who protest?
But not the thugs who target and molest?
"Someone show the latest chump
Our psychological garbage dump
Make sure our new friend gets the royal tour
Let's see how much their psyche can endure"
chorus 1:
Character assassins mixed within our ranks
Won't let the little misfits play
The epitome of cool but they can't realize
"The bully" is an old cliche
Voodoo doll of the spirit -
The cool kids curse - the misfits fear it -
Separate the ones who've had enough
"It's just some insignificant kid's stuff"
All year long they wear the tags
Of psychological punching bags
Analyze the ones about to snap
"The guidance counselor's fed up with your crap"
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chorus 2:
Character assassins mixed within our ranks
Won't let the little misfits play
The epitome of cool but they can't realize
"The bully" is a dead cliche
"The bully" is a dead cliche
"The bully" is a dead...
Keep your cool
I don't want to learn that in school
I don't want to learn that in school
I don't want to learn...
Keep your cool
And if I have to learn that in school
If I have to learn that in school
Then I don't want to learn...
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And we'll never call on ourselves
And we'll never open our eyes
Until the "gun" word shows up on a list
Of back-to-school supplies
abrupt fade out line:
Character assassins mixed within our ranks...
PSYCHIATRY AT GUNPOINT
You will not let us fix it
You will not let me out
I try to break away
And like a baby you just pout
Therapy's a no go
It's an acid to your pride
I try to leave you gently
And you threaten suicide
I know it's controversial
And lacking peer review
It reeks of desperation
But what else am I to do?
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Psychiatry at gunpoint
Let me line up our first session
Psychiatry at gunpoint
With a licensed Smith & Wesson
Attendance, though essential,
Remains wholly confidential
Guaranteed
We don't share any interests
We move in separate spheres
Keep conflicting schedules
Incompatible careers
You know we have no future
But won't let me move on
I tell you but you won't accept
My love for you is gone
I know it's controversial
And lacking peer review
My professional credentials
Hang there helpless against you
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You seem to willfully embrace
This constant air of tension
As skillfully you bob and weave
Attempts at intervention
You won't accept my counsel
Shun all suggested treatment
What did you think would happen
Living years in disagreement?
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