Cage

Cage - Grand Ol Party Crash

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(feat. Jello Biafra)

(That music makes you feel downright patriotic, doesn't it?)

[Jello Biafra as the Dubya:]

Our nation must come together to unite

I know that human beings and fish can coexist peacefully

Nobody needs to tell me what I believe

But I do need somebody to tell me where Kosovo is

The illiteracy level of our children are appalling

(Beware, I live)

[Cage:]

I wake up to a caffeine cigarette vaccine

Then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline

Feel like a loser 'cause I'm not in Fallujah

Painting a land cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his Ruger

No M-16 to give me a callus

Inhuman super malice for GOP uber alles

Baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery

I'm in a deli eating tuna, tasting the mercury

Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water

Get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters

Gun concealer 'cause I see a realer reality

And what I breathe through my nasal cavities, killing my batteries

Bombs in the metropolis, out all eye sockets

Esophaguses melted out some Shiite group will get their props for this

Look, I need petro for my Mercedes

But I'm not trying to kneel or die for emperor Cheney

Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd

Unless, of course, it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg

Being pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi members

Are like "fuck you!" with New York's two middle fingers

If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this

The opposite of congress must be progress

What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt

I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert

(Run, coward)

[Jello Biafra as the Dubya:]

I was proud the other day when both republicans and democrats

Stood with me in the Rose Garden to announce their support

for a clear statement of purpose: you disarm, or we will

[Cage:]

American flags fly, moral's high

A unit of twenty or so repelling from Apaches in the sky

Into a village of killers, little Jimmy from Jackson

Mississippi, just graduated and seeing action

M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly

Whoever's in that line of fire - chest full of democracy!

Turn the corner, team leader, neck up to the nose gone

Blown off, this is not PS2 Socom

Jimmy stays so calm, shoots, count nothing

Riddled in his back answers come flying out his stomach

Face down, then it's face up in a bed, almost dead

Eyes slightly open, IV bag and no legs

A couple sandwiches, some bloody bandages

In a room full of amputee GI amateurs

He gets the word that his unit didn't make it

Got a free ticket home but flatlined before he got to take it

[Jello Biafra as the Dubya]

We're certain there are people that can't stand what America stands for

We're certain there are madmen in this world

And there's terror, and there's missiles

And I'm certain of this too

(I hunger)

[Cage:]

Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs nine

They're chasing away kids playing hop-scotch in this chalk outline

Two F-16's, screech in iridescent sky

Look down, we're not in Iraq, we're in N.Y.

Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthworms

Two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term

The army in the subway, walking with toolies

I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talking to me

Drive with my left, I know what's right - my weapon hand

Like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram

License on the car window when I pass through

You've seen the news, no joke, New York pig department will blast you

My Weathermen party is invite only, soldier

'Cause with one wave of King G. Dub's scepter it's over

The right to assemble puts the Bureau's team on you

Look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you

[Jello Biafra as the Dubya:]

By our efforts we have lit a fire in the minds of men

It warms those who feel its power, it burns those who fight its progress

And one day this untamed fire of freedom will reach the darkest corners of our world

It is the policy of the United States to seek and support the growth

Of democratic movements and institutions in every nature and culture

With the ultimate goal of ending tyranny in our world

Except right here at home! Hee-hee-hee-hee!

Yee-Haw!

Don't mess with Texas! [x4]

Connie, Connie, give me some pretzels

Rummy, Rummy, give me that bible

Give me that bible with the pages cut out that I got my cocaine in

C'mon, c'mon, don't mess with Texas!

[snorting sounds]

I'll fuck anything that moves!

Thanks to T.B. for these lyrics

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