Don't Be A Fat Head

Still Alive I Survived

Here it comes

I going to be undone

I may have to become a nun

Just to deal with what comes.

Pressure building

Pressure cooker steaming

Hurry before everything starts unloading

Take cover the entire thing is exploding!

Am I alive?

Did I survive?

It’s hard to realize

Can’t recognize

Hardly can conceptualize

How I landed on the other side.

I thought that was the end

That my life would no longer spend

In the days of world without end

But now I have to bend

To live more days to spend

Until the end.

Smoke is clearing

Finished tearing

Aftermath still searing

Life is once again rearing.

A survivor am I

No matter what comes by

Thank God I’m still alive

Another day to enjoy life

Too bad the rest died.

Rootin Tootin Forget the News!

Terrible news

You can’t snooze

Gives you the blues

All that terrible news.

What’s wrong with those dudes

Who love to give out terrible news

That makes everyone feel so blue

Tell us the world is splitting in two.

It’s what the people want to hear?!

Who? Those people who always sneer

When any goodness draws near

Bad news they all jeer?!

Need to know what’s happening

So we can do something?

When there is never anything

That seems to be changing?

War war war

Who needs to know anymore

People die they live no more

All because of political whores

Ignoring the people for ever more.

Violence in the streets

Who does that info please

It surely isn’t me

Doesn’t make me feel happy

All that just makes me feel crappy.

Election news stays the same

Endless game there is no change

Education, Medicare, Social Security

Poverty, war, immigration, tax rates

Every election always the same game

Politicians working to continue their pay

Get a new job of doing nothing all day.

Who really needs to hear what they say

When they are all really the same

And they’re all totally lame

Keep the people in endless pain

Decades go by without any gains

Who needs to know about those pointless games.

Rich and wealthy news of dukes

Living the filthy rich life and feeling blue

Living life with nothing important to do

Act out to see their name in the news

Don’t need to know the news of their ridiculous blues.

If we lived life without the news

Without the terrible shout of blues

Telling us the horrible and crude

Life would be better for me and you.

Walk through life everyday

Without thoughts of a violent day

Without the news of ridiculous rich play

Or politics that suck and stay the same

No thought that humanity is headed for flames.

That’s a much better life game

So turn off the news and have nothing to say

About the atrocities that happen in the world everday

That is a better way

To play

Everyday.

And don’t worry a day

About whether you’ll pay

For not watching the news everyday

If you see everyone running away

Grab your gun and you’ll be ok

That’s the American way.

MISERY CAN'T BE SLEPT AWAY..DAMN!

Sleep away sleep away

Every minute of the day

Do you think that’s ok?

Only if you’re in the growing way!

1-2 hours fool that’s all you need

The rest of it must be from smoking weed

And a bad daddy who let you do as you pleased

Get up we don’t have time for you to disagree.

What? We’re just slaves of misery?

I don’t think I really disagree

But we don’t have time to get freed

So get up now we need to leave and get to Steve’s!

First we need to rake the leaves for Steve,

While babysitting Steve’s ridiculous niece

Knock down his hive of deadly bees

Take Bobby, John and Brian to little league

Plant Steve’s 100 acres with peas

Paint all those ugly eaves of Steve’s

And tear down Steve’s lot of sick dead trees.

Steve doesn’t pay much it’s true

But that’s the only work we have to do

Since all the corporations left for Baruu

There haven’t been any other jobs to do!

I miss the days of office work too

I felt much less blue it’s true

But those days are over nube

Those stupid politician fools

Left everyone seriously screwed

When US companies all moved to Baruu.

Hey, maybe we can move to Baruu

Go do the jobs we used to do

What? They’d kill us on site is that true?

Looks like there’s nothing more to do.

Forget it, let’s just go do what we gotta do

Maybe someday life here will improve

In the meantime we have to get on the move

Or we won’t even have Steve’s jobs to do

And then we won’t be able to buy food

And life will get even more seriously crude

So c’mon let’s get moving dude

No, sorry I’m out of weed too.

OH CRAP! HERE COMES JACK!

Run away Run away

Here comes Jack he wants to play

He’ll just get in our way

Of having a wonderful day.

First he’ll tell us he wants to play

Then start complaining about his day

Doesn’t he know that’s not the way

To have a wonderful fabulous day?

We all have crap we can’t stand

And would change if it we can

And we would rather hear the band

Then listen to Jack’s complaining stance.

Didn’t anyone ever teach that fool

To let it all go and play it cool

Having fun should sometimes rule

And Jack’s complaining makes him a tool.

Damn he saw us now what to do

We could just pretend it’s cool

And quickly end all talk with this fool

Invite him along and we’re the tool.

Hey Jack how’s it been

No don’t know the sorry state you’re in

Crap that stuff sounds like a real sin

Sure it would have us too on pins.

Well we gotta go

We’re are getting cold

And it might snow

And she hurt her toe.

God! He’s still the same

Will Jack ever change?

Whatever at least we don’t play that game

That dude is just seriously lame.

We know that life can suck for everyone

But live our life without the scum

That can’t live life without acting dumb

By telling us every stinking crumb

Of how they’re life has become undone

That’s always the death to all fun

And those dudes are seriously sickly spun

Too bad they don’t know they’re dumb.

Pay Pay Pay Vote It Away!

Pay pay pay that’s all I do

When will that ever be through

King’s hand in my pocket

Taking a piece of all the work I do.

Patriot fathers would turn quite blue

If they knew what we had to do

Pay, pay pay to the upper class crew

Call for revolution that’s what they’d do.

You don’t believe it’s true?

That’s what they fought and died to do

Bags of tea started the coo

Over a 5% tea tax rule

Only 5% wouldn’t that be cool

They said no way and fought king fool.

Our forefathers lived and died not to pay

Made it the new American way

Ended the kingly way

Of make um all pay

Supposed to stay that way

To the end of days

But upper class dukes took it away.

Taught the new future a certain way

Make us believe we all have to pay

Less focus on the incident in the bay

Changed the minds of the American way

To believing you have to pay pay pay

To live the American way

Forefathers tumbling in their graves.

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Now people even get jailed it’s true

For not paying up like their ordered to do

Fear and loathing we all feel screwed

What would the forefathers do?

They’d start a revolution it’s true

No need for a violent bloody coo

Vote out all politicians and start anew

Put an end to paying the kingly crew

Like we have the right to do

The Constitution says it’s true.

Just go vote and tell the crew

That we want taxes ended it’s true

And stop making dead patriots so blue

Because that is what we have the right to

The Constitution says it absolutely true.

Doesn’t matter what they’ve said

The constitution isn’t dead

Pound it into their political head

Taxes can end as an annual dread.

If we all took the same advice

We could end the vice

Of richly crews not being nice

Return us all to the American way of life.

Don’t think it can be realized?

People get together and unify

Power like that can’t be denied

And it’s definitely worth the try.

Until the return to the American way

It’s going to stay pay pay pay

Let’s get together and change the day

To bring an end to pay pay pay

That’s just not the American way

What do you say?