terror humor

[undergroundpanther]

I wanted to put this up in honor of Plaid Adder today.....
This was a bit of cheeze I put on Unknown news..


Terror alert ! (a poem)
by Underground Panther in the Sky March 24, 2003


I was listening to Devo tonight.. And I got inspired. I mutated a song based on their song Mr. B's Ballroom. This tune doesn't exactly follow their tune, and the lyrics are different so it's sorta original...
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Terror Alert!
They're scarin' us again!
War! for God sake!
And they're prayin' for the end,

Fear whips us up in a frenzy, so we sit up all night.
World thinks 'merica's crazy, and we are all right,
The pundit's all dressed up and spinnin' us around
Duct tape on the windows, jumpin' at every little sound..
Whoo-oo-ooo-hoo ho hooo! Whoo-oo-ooo-hoo ho hooo!

Democrats in suits are goosteppin' to the right,
Big baby government gonna get us in a fight,
'publican's actin' crazy, don't know how to play fair,
When the white house talks, I'm gettin' sick on the stairs.

They know our limits 'cause they cross them every night,
Propaganda manage perception on TV all right,
Homeland security is droolin' with their ears to my door,
Listening to my bowels move but still they wanna know more!

Wimpy chickenhawks can launch bombs from afar
'cause they can't fight war on TV if there's gonna be gore!
America has some big psychological scars
Blithely killing the planet with our Big fuckin' cars

Just shut up 'n' Praise the Looooord!
In Mr. B's War room!

Go in debt at Wal-Mart to show us your pride!!
Shut up 'n' wave that flag, prove you have 'nuthin' to hide!
Cheer on this senseless death 'n' holler for more!
Who cares if this war makes us all dirt poor!
Whoo-oo-oo-hooo-hoo-hoo!
Whatcha gonna do 'bout Mr. B's War room?

Fundies want Armageddon, So they don't care!
The Oil men will do anything to us to get their share,
W hen the World's resistance to war grows loud,
Don't react to bullshit and lose your head in the crowd,
We are divided by arguin', shootin' off our mouth to look smart,
When we put Bush under pressure, together,
We can all watch him fall apart!
Hah-aha-ha-ha-haa!... Whoo-oo-ooo-hoo ho hooo!
Hah-aha-ha-ha-haa! Whoo-oo-ooo-hoo ho hooo!
Bustin' Mr. B's War room..

Mr Bush is nervous running out of air,
Bush pees his pants, as he dives under a chair,
Fumbling on the wall for a hidden door, Look!
Cheney's secret hideout ain't a secret no more...
Hah-aha-ha-ha-haa!... Hah-aha-ha-ha-haa!
Here's Mr. B's War room!

Police! come on out of there!
UN! Kissinger can't hide in there, !
Freeze! It's a Citizens arrest!
Let's lock up this resident pest!

Hah-aha-ha-ha-haa!... Whoo-oo-ooo-hoo ho hooo!
Hah-aha-ha-ha-haa! Whoo-oo-ooo-hoo ho hooo!
The end of Mr. B's War room.


© 2003, by the author.