Revenge

Pete came from a needy family
Judge heard the addict at his knees
When children ran to the rescue
Police cars made their daily news

While he is serving way too hard
A .38 special is kissing guards
Cell mates think that he is cool
Good vibrations circle the schools

All know what he was out to prove
Acceptance in the treatment pool
Fate had him drinking too much in
Taking the stage, riding a trend

Then what we get from his lawyer
Unhealthy states and no employer
Next time you’re on a hot dog binge
Watch out for Montezuma’s revenge

Porn

America is losing
America is losing
God shed his grace
On thee

Degradation, there is too much going on
You’ve caused hunger stressed out a home
You’re a hard one and don’t belong
So proudly we hail as we play our song
Masturbation, it’s been a perilous fight
Mailboxes once flagged you on our site
Ramparts watched did gallantly bite
Till rockets’ red glare left us with no might

Oh, say can you see a domain in the woods
At twilights last gleam you prescribe boobs
Liberty’s bashings well served ain’t real good
Broad stripes burning stars abuse every mood
America is losing
America is losing
God shed his grace
On thee

Copulation, you can burst bombs on air
Give proof in the night to cheap seats for pair
If you think porn is just laissez-faire
Generations to come won’t marry or care
Situation, you’ve had years being spared
Your hardcore fans have a group need to share
History says when the party gets dared
Most run like a critter and hope to be snared

Misusing freedom that has been given
Redefined spirit a home not living
Holding the flaming torch in hand
For a great nation let’s make a stand
Spreading the word about human souls
Destruction of minds what is too bold
And cast away the enemy’s plan
To bury lives in our sick land

Oh, say can you see a do-ma-in in the woods
At twilights last gleam you prescribe boobs
Liberty’s bashings well served ain’t real good
Broad stripes burning stars abuse every mood
America is losing
America is losing
God shed his grace
On thee
God shed his grace
On thee

So, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er land of the free and the home of depraved ©

Gin

Mississippi state bird

Tales of the Battle at Shiloh
In eighteen sixty-two
Will always be handed down
By folks who want the truth

Hiram buried family gold
No one knew of its place
He rode to fight the Yankees
To save their southern space

A fierce battle, nobody knows
About his bloody day
Just, Hi Neighbors lost his life
Put down in a mass grave

Now times do swiftly pass on
And few question the fact
The story of a pot of gold
Lost on that family’s tract

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