Iran my thoughts

[undergroundpanther]

IRAN
by Underground Panther in the Sky
To the tune of I Ran
By A Flock of Seagulls

I watch the daily evening news.
I never thought we'd go to war so soon;
Go to war so soon,
With banging drum and spinning lie
The kind of lies that hypnotize them through;
Hypnotize them through.

And Iran, it's not so far away.
just Iran, Iran all night and day.
I couldn’t get away.

A plane appears above my head;
A beam of light comes shining down on you,
Hunting for us two.
The plane is moving nearer still.
A missile comes in view;
the danger comes in view.

Iran, is not so far away.
Iran, Iran all night and day.
They don't want freedom anyway.

Spoke out to make a stand;
My country disappearing from my view;
Disappearing from my view.
Reached out a plan to try again;
I’m sitting in a detention camp with you;
Detention camp with you.

Iran, It's not so far away.
Iran, just like the USA
I couldn’t get away.



Terror alert !
by Underground Panther in the Sky
To the Tune of Mr.B's Ballroom by Devo.

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 night,
Homeland security is droolin' with their ears to my door,
Listening to my bowels move but still they want to 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.