Panicked America Your neighbors all have the virus Stampede the banks and stores The media has made us mindless Shooters on every rooftop Riots on every street Like a Mad Max movie The news on TV Hey you in the face-mask, If you didn't have a TV You'd be happier, you'd be free and not afraid of the air you breathe Every show looks like pornography Little kids learning sodomy Operation Mockingbird This corporate cinematography Hey, wide world of sports fans TV ain't reality At some point the newsman has become your enemy They manipulate us, what to buy and how to act TV the stimulus, trained monkeys react Brainwashed by corporations, we keep our eyes off the ball Polarized, distracted is how they got us all

I go to church each Sunday and give alms to the Lord and the rockabilly preacher with the big pompadour who asks for more money and I give him more he assures my place in Heaven is something I must afford I buy religion, religion, religion I buy into the system My mind is in a prison I buy religion, religion, religion and when the mass is over, we start a raging bonfire the more books that we burn the more that we feel pious I took the whole family to see Mel Gibson's Passion I think the sequel should star Chuck Norris, call it God: Missing In Action I buy religion, religion, religion I buy into the system My mind is in a prison I buy religion, religion, religion There are those that say the world is 6000 years old They just want your money, they just want control an American theocracy on an endless crusade accelerate Armageddon with war famine and plague

You fat rat bastard you can not even stand up you can not pick your hand up and now you roll away You can not pull your pants up You can not do a push up Your wife will surely give up You're over, gone away You fund the anti-fascist but you only want to crash us When Britain froze your assets You'll surely roll away You can't go home to Hungary Poland, Russia or Turkey Accountant for the Nazis You'll surely roll away You fat rat bastard you cruise around the wal-mart in an electric go cart you're looking for a way to jack it in the bathroom with who-ever or with whom preferably some young poon You're gone and bussed away You fund the anti-fascist but you only want to crash us When Britain froze your assets You'll surely roll away You can't go home to Hungary Poland, Russia or Turkey Accountant for the Nazis You'll surely roll away

One for the money two for the plane three for the island where we'll all get laid C'mon, lets rock it with Epstein C'mon everybody, we're rockin' with Epstein We got Clinton there Royals there All the little girls in their underwear C'mon, lets rock it with Epstein C'mon everybody, we're rockin' with Epstein Go Bill go! We can can knock 'em down Step on their face rape them slaves all over the place C'mon, lets rock it with Epstein C'mon everybody, we're rockin' with Epstein C'mon everybody, we're rockin' with Epstein

The Army controls the weather never say never big government can summon a twister Made to order storms, hurrricanes on demand this isn't science fiction, is it a CIA plan Tornado modification from the patented corporations Vladimir Putin makes it sunny at celebrations The Army controls the weather never say never big government can summon a twister Electromagnetic beam from a satellite zapping tornadoes, pinpoint lightning strikes Activate weather-shield with jet-chemtrails and the HAARP antenna can manipulate the wind Man-made cyclones in Malaysia You're a lab-rat dosed with radiation And the forest fires in California were set by the investigator Man-made “natural disasters” from aluminum clouds Hallelujah FEMA, martial Law has come to town The Army controls the weather never say never big government can summon a twister

Houston to Major Tom The countdown has begun Are you ready for blast off? Have you practiced your moonwalk? Roger that Houston Proceed with your counting Tell my wife and kids that soon I’ll be returning from another phony moon mission Blasting through the stratosphere We are on our way they think we're headed for the stars But we're really just gonna stay in a high earth orbit and with a movie stage actors down on earth will pretend to be in-a galaxy far away We’re on another phony moon mission Follow on the tv Ready our parade our images of Planet X are deleted right away and the little green men They always like to tamper The meaning of NASA is Never A Straight Answer We’re on another phony moon mission solo Phony moon mission and Van Allen radiation we can fake our way through with a tv station Project Blue Beam sodium layer presentation They can even paint the sky with an alien invasion Capricorn 2 this is Houston do you copy? Commander Buzz here. We're in a quote-unquote-”high-earth-orbit” if you know what I mean. Hahaha. Thanks for all the the booze left over from the T-38 training missions. Commander Glenn just beat my high score on that high-tech space simulator you sent (asteroids sounds). Whoops, did I just spill the beans? Ah whatever. Just make up some show on TV debunking conspiracy theories and the mentally retard public will believe all of it. Over

People these days live in tents They've had enough of this government So he burned the flag on the dirt This is the ballad of Jason Bargert Jason came to protest with a flag and a cigarette lighter for all to see On every newspaper in the country What is it to protest? Is it to sit all day on the grass? To be a revolution It needs a swift kick in the ass People these days live in tents They've had enough of this government So he burned the flag on the dirt This is the ballad of Jason Bargert The cops came to check out the fire But Jason was no liar He took responsibility I burned that damn flag said he I burned it for love of country A country controlled by money I stand against Wall Street And I'll do it again proudly People these days live in tents They've had enough of this government So he burned the flag on the dirt This is the ballad of Jason Bargert So the cops had Jason arrested Tried to make him look like an idiot Everyone wants an apology But Jason just wants to be free A man loves his country A man loves his cause Even if it's a mistake Jason has got some balls People these days live in tents They've had enough of this government So he burned the flag on the dirt This is the ballad of Jason Bargert

The elite declare a war that can't be won the media they own they all just play along declare a war on drugs but really the CIA smuggle dope in the bodies of the DOA control the third world, Wall St funds the coup run some scare ads and the sheeple will be duped outlaw the herbs, never question big pharma ship the coke into Mena from Columbia Next they target the kids, they've all got ADD stupid parents will believe in anything the doctor says, they're pushers for prescriptions hooking everyone with some new addiction Just say no is their solution to the world their vaccines will retard your boys and girls get the kids ready for another Vietnam while the conglomerates proliferate their arms War on this, war on that, war on drugs and the rich get fat Next they target the adults, Wanna work? Take the vaccine And as proof scan your chip in our machine The debts slaves, tired and drugged will never change things worth a fuck Now the time is up the government reacts Emergency powers round up the dissidents their zillion dollar wars are going just fine Anything they say or do the public just complies War on this … Prohibition on herbs and plants 'cause big pharma runs our government Now the time has come to go and lock you up You use the drugs that the government imports You'll spend your life in a forced labor camp' You are a slave of your government War on drugs, more drugs War on illiteracy, more illiteracy War on poverty, more poverty War on terror, more terror War on this ...

Big Brother go away we got the bill of rights When you are in fear of the policing of your life remember number one is the five basic rights right to assemble, right to free press, free speech, religion and petition government Protecting yourself with a rifle is not the same as being homicidal Remember number three and Posse Comitatus Act if soldiers want in throw them out on their ass Big brother … If they come to do a search and seizure go back and get a warrant and follow procedure If the cops say you're under arrest amendment number five says silence is best If they threaten to lock you up for a while it's a blatant violation of your fair and speedy trial If they say judge and jury has no purpose remember numbers seven grants habeus corpus Big brother solo Remember number eight is nothing cruel or unusual gulags in America are unconstitutional Just because it's not written down on paper doesn't mean you gotta get permission from Darth Vader The Feds are limited by number ten let the states and the people try what's better for them

Playing in a band, nothing could be better Gigging every night until the virus made us beggars Cops and the governor making quite fuss Never gonna gig until they let us Every booking canceled, bars out of business Got no gigs, they even canceled Christmas starving to death and I can't even busk Never gonna gig until they let us Every music student canceled every single lesson trapped in my apartment and it's feeling like a prison Need another check from the President or I'll have to sell my horn just to pay the rent Quarantines and curfews, lock-downs and-the-blues find a speakeasy just to play some tunes singing in a face-mask, world has gone nuts Never gonna gig until they let us

You're a talking head your brain is dead are you a censor with an agenda Behind the face of big broadcasting is six corporations that do the commanding from news, to weapons to money grubbing lobbyists it's all controlled by the same conglomerates Gotta blow the cover off the latest evil scam unless my boss says stick my head in the sand Gotta have disaster to draw in the viewers We pick what we show and just how we'll skewer Talking Head … Actor first, president next a psy-op of the military-industrial complex Q Anon wants you to think that he's a folk-hero but he's just another billionaire in a limo It's all a big rat race straight up to the top servants of the warhawks, we talk their talk groomed by corporate planners at global headquarters to be a pretty face that is good at taking orders Talking Head Gotta make the ratings to appease the shareholders We'll only talk about the news that keeps the people poorer push the propaganda, we're the horsemen of deception TV's not for fun, its is now a weapon

So it all starts with these girls right, one of them tells her friend she wants to meet me, and so I go try to talk to her and she has what's known in psychology class as a reaction-formation. That's when anxiety causes you to act in a way totally-opposite of what you're supposed to. The bitch just totally flips out and gets hostile over a “hello”. At the time I didn't really understand what happened, so I just say “bye” and split. Then what happens next is the bitch starts stalking me. She goes around to all the clubs I used to go to and meeting all my people and telling them that we had a thing and that I'm hung up on her. She's crazy. We had about 60 seconds of communication, I hardly knew who she was! Fat man liar leader of the pack He plays shit music in some old shack Heard my band and he got jealous worked himself into a wheelchair tryin' to destroy us Hey little boy with the banjo in your hand You're afraid of everyone who plays better than you can So check it out, next this chick starts fucking with my family probably because she's not really getting to me. So she becomes “besties” with my brother's girl and starts meddling with their issues. And when they finally do split, she's so involved she shows up in court over their child-custody trying to be his girl's lawyer and the judge tells the bitch that if she doesn't shut up immediately she'll go to jail. Isn't that hilarious? Skinny man liar snorting coke Big rock producer, what a joke Sabotaged tape, your mix sucked But it's been a long time and I could really give a fuck Hey little boy with the banjo in your hand You're afraid of everyone, so you control booking the bands So finally this chick gets on social media and starts spreading everything defamatory she can think of about me and my family and of course our enemies see the opportunity to join in. But my brother goes to the club to try to smooth it out but is assaulted by the staff, yes the staff (are you listening ABC board?) , however he's a martial artist and ends up kicking the bouncers ass. So the bouncer's girlfriend-lawyer retaliates by filing a false police report that he assaulted her in the fracas, but when I got the word out to that bitch we could have her disbarred she finally shuts up. Hey little boy, with your booking and your bands You'll never get to me, because you don't understand You're just a little boy with everybody's dick in your hand Keep your fucking scene, I find it rather bland Whoa, when jealousy's what you got You will resort to making lies up Whoa, you live a life of hate better watch out before it's checkmate Whoa, you've got vindictiveness And in due time your foot will slip Whoa