Post War Style
And we bring to you
The music new to the kids
Coming at cha post-world war style
You keep complaining meanwhile
We pour our radioactive bile
All over 2nd and 3rd worlds country
Oh so fucken vile
At Least that's what we tell the infantry
Lose your head in the media flurry
And leave your country in a hurry
Forget the nameless bodies
We'll just pay people to bury
Is this what American democracy embodies
So run
Run far away
There's places much better then here
Skippido doo bu
So run
Run for today
But you always come back
Skippidy da boo
Hey you
We got a party and you're needed
With the prince of Hiroshima
Our fate quite heated
With that devils sound
And the tsecrets underground
It's the fact that's needed
We've got a fun little party
And we need you to join
Comin to you after Iraq
It might seem like some borax
While we fill your food with borax
Blowin up the desert rocks
While the oil leaves the racks
Welcome to America
Where we hate everyone yes even the blacks
So run
Run far away
There's places much better then here
Skippido doo bu
So run
Run for today
But you always come back
Skippidy da boo
Pushed far away
Guess so much for the old days
To your dismay
Welcome to the nation's decay
All hidden far away
Just listen to the music and
Shut your god damn mouth
The music new to the kids
Coming at cha post-world war style
You keep complaining meanwhile
We pour our radioactive bile
All over 2nd and 3rd worlds country
Oh so fucken vile
At Least that's what we tell the infantry
Lose your head in the media flurry
And leave your country in a hurry
Forget the nameless bodies
We'll just pay people to bury
Is this what American democracy embodies
So run
Run far away
There's places much better then here
Skippido doo bu
So run
Run for today
But you always come back
Skippidy da boo
Hey you
We got a party and you're needed
With the prince of Hiroshima
Our fate quite heated
With that devils sound
And the tsecrets underground
It's the fact that's needed
We've got a fun little party
And we need you to join
Comin to you after Iraq
It might seem like some borax
While we fill your food with borax
Blowin up the desert rocks
While the oil leaves the racks
Welcome to America
Where we hate everyone yes even the blacks
So run
Run far away
There's places much better then here
Skippido doo bu
So run
Run for today
But you always come back
Skippidy da boo
Pushed far away
Guess so much for the old days
To your dismay
Welcome to the nation's decay
All hidden far away
Just listen to the music and
Shut your god damn mouth
Credits
Writer(s): Atomic Renegade
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Semicolon Trilogy: Andi And Andon: Newfane 0
- My Final Goodbye
- Pacific
- Understanding Loss As a Series That Will Scar, Beat, and Bruise You
- To All the Opps Atomic Renegade X Dxrts - EP
- You Are Safe (What a Bullshit Useless Thing) - Single
- There Is No Escape For the Wicked (feat. prodbyrhetteffect) - EP
- The Years
- A TEAR IN THE OCEAN
- The Final Scene, The Final Act (2022)
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