Except it’s gotten even worse.
Circa Nineteen Fucking Ninety.
That was a long time ago boys and girls, George Herbert Walker Bush was the President way back then, remember?
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don’t understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God’s command?
A country that’s divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near, it’s crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don’t look now to Israel
It might be in your homelands
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel’s bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die.
They killed my wife, and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake… Last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake… No more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don’t say it, don’t mean I ain’t
Next thing you know, they’ll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.
Mercy Killings…. mercy killings… killings, killings, killings.
The next thing you know, they’ll take my thoughts away.
Prescient motherfucker after all.