We Vanquished Terror
We vanquished terror the easy way. There's no terror now 'cause we changed the name.
So next time your family's killed in the night, it's not terror. It's a pre-emptive strike.
And though there's bodies on the ground, burned flesh and blood splattered all around
And mothers crying everywhere, thank God there is no terror.
Don't like your leader? We'll do our worst. Some use razors. We use the hundred and first.
What's wrong for you, for us is right. It's only terror if the casualties are white.
We know you cannot hit us back. Murder for fossil fuel contracts
Pound you into submission. We're not a terror network. We're a coalition.
We've set the tone now on foreign shores. Our actions have thrown open the doors.
If someone's not a complete delight, a pre-emptive strike is within your rights.
We were safer before we all defied international law.
All bets are off. Our fate is set. Thank you, Mr. Governor.
Inclement Weather
Lately, it is just more of the same. We're sold out to someone else's gain.
It's the only way we've ever known the world to operate. La di da. La di day.
We're told we should pull together as a team, unless you hold a patented vaccine.
But who could bow to human needs when there is money to be made? La di da. La di day.
This time of year, inclement weather's on the rise. What is the difference is a few poor people die?
Those lousy paupers didn't give a single cent to my campaign. La di da. La di day.
The Oxygen Bill
I'm late on the oxygen bill this month and they're going to turn it off. What then?
When I was a little child, you could simply breathe the air outside.
Boy, we had it good, didn't we?
Beautiful Worms
There is no way to possibly describe what I see. You're undecayed. You make it look so easy.
You can't ignore. There is no use pretending. Age 8 to 84, your radiance is never-ending.
You're beautiful now and one day you'll make beautiful worms.
Let's play Scrabble. Let's play Skip-Bo in the morning. One day we'll welcome death without a hint of warning.
And when it comes in our sleep or in mid-crocheting, senses will end and our bodies will start decaying.
You're beautiful now and one day you leave beautiful bones.
You and Me
You and me cannot overcome the times. You and me cannot change.
You and me sweeping bones off the battlefield, you and me are too late.
And I'll be calling out your name.
You and me did not fight at the Waterloo of blood for fourth quarter gains.
You and me wouldn't have known what to do but hold the human remains.
You and me cannot claim this land for Spain. You and me are not brave.
You and me can only cover the pain wave by ecstatic wave.
All This Non-Stop Fun
My fortune is all gone; too late for you to take it.
And my heart's been strung along; too late for you to break it.
So if you're trying to hurt me, you'll have to do better than theft, 'cause there's nothing left.
My phone has been turned off; too late for you to tap it.
And my plan is in the trough; too late for you to scrap it.
If you're trying to confuse me, make me read the treble clef and there's nothing left.
If I seem at all moribund, it's just that I am overcome with exhaustion
from all this non-stop fun. Ha ha whee.
My belief is in a spin; too late for you to doubt it.
And my air is getting thin; too late for you to cloud it.
If you're trying to impoverish me, I'm already bereft and there's nothing left.
My body wastes away; too late for you to squash it.
And my brain's on the decay; too late for you to wash it.
So if you're trying to have me, I already feel possessed and there's nothing left.
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