War pimp renaissance

Yippee tai-yai yai-yai yo!
Evil commie empire’s gone.
Yippee tai-yai yai-yai yay!
Now we’re the only one.

Let there be peace on earth
what ever gave you that idea
economy depends on guns
we’ll have an arms race with ourselves.

March!
March!
Forward to the caves!

General who’s never been to war
is like a rapist who’s never been laid,
like shootin’ fish in a barrel
inner child must be fed.

Deep-fry a quarter million ragheads
into crispy Eagle Snacks.
Pure chewing satisfaction!
Pure chewing satisfaction!

March!
March!
Ah-ha-ha-ha

(Question ain’t, “Who killed JFK?”
but, where are they now?…)

Who’s a-gonna buy our missiles?
Who’s a-gonna buy our guns?
Everyone on the whole damned planet
we’ll throw in free land mines.

Starve the Russians ‘til a nut takes over
put the arms race back on boil
as the world’s population’s exploding
wars for water, not oil.

Too damn many people already
clutter land we could use for golf
egg ‘em on to bloodbaths like Rwanda
help ‘em eat each other alive.

Praise God
we brought the rapture on.

Hey, wait for me…