Post by AquarianM on Jun 2, 2011 at 11:03pm
The Devil's Anthem...
Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...
Gettin' hard but you're old,
Feelin' a bit too paunchy,
Think the approach would be too raunchy?
No big deal,
'Cause we're cummin' for ya,
Got the bad 3-D for your tit-elation,
Just check our station,
You man the tentacles,
We got brand new spectacles,
We promise they're over eighteen,
Before they scream on your screen,
Hottest young stars are the brightest,
Maybe the tightest,
To make you dream,
Like flying cream.
Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...
We can make anything blow up,
Make you feel tough,
Gotcha ta like it rough,
Even hooked you,
On the morals of screw you,
Something we'll always do,
Make it feel nice,
For the right price,
Never mind the scum,
Helping your heart be numb,
Who cares anyway,
When you see it every day,
Every minute,
Just like you're in it,
Give it your best shot,
Because you're really not,
Keep your gun hot,
Viagra and cialis,
To make you hard and callous,
But you ain't got near the dough,
To touch that sparklin' ho,
So...
Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...
Politics don't matter,
People just scatter,
We'll suck you in,
Blow you and your mind until we win,
Everybody likes 'em thin,
So eat this and take a stab,
It's the latest from our lab,
If it gives you a belly roll,
Don't worry you can go,
Watch the meat on our next show,
So you don't have to roam,
From the wonderland in your own home.
Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...
If you figure out you've been a rube,
Your whole life by the tube,
Decide to share a peek,
Have the nerve to speak,
We know just what to do,
We'll up and come 4U2,
Give you Cuban school,
Make you the next fool,
Tell you you're no longer suburban,
Or even urban,
That's your turban,
Tell everyone we saw you wear it,
You'll just help us scare it,
The whole world my friend,
So in 2012 it's gonna end,
Maybe global warming storming,
Or comet Elenin,
Check us at seven.
Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...
Good God, y'all, what is it good for? But that's another song.
Welcome to the great land of capitalism and anointed saints.
The land of hypocrisy and hip-o-crises.
Tenderness is not a virtue,
Nor will empathy pull you up the pecker order.
Loving hearts are the true "underground,"
In the land ruled by the noses on the street of walls.
My Poppa gave me a funny name,
It's a cryin' shame.
Signed Yours Untruly,
Scarlett Angel Tan.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/29/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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