Billy Bob Will Never See His Ray Gun Again
Old Uncle Sammy and his clandestine scam
They told us to leave... we called all our friends!
We've got the gasoline, we're dousing the flags
So fill the bottle up, and kindle the rag
The military and the government
Will never give a shit if I can pay my rent
The Oligarchs will send the murderers in
And Billy Bob will never see his ray gun again yeah!
Soldiers of god
If you see a Populist out there tonight, shoot to kill!
These non-believers are terrorists
And they'll do all they can to topple The Oligarchy
Copy boys...?
Copy General!
Tell me what's the point of this town
You've gotta get in touch with the world
Stash me at your Daddy's farm (oooh ooooh)
Well, maybe we could live in the ground
Or maybe you could travel the world
But then you'll never see me around (oooh ooh ooooh)
I'll tell you one thing
I'm getting real sick of the Billy Bob fascist pigs coming to our city
Your ass is grass motherfucker!
Fire at will! Fuck you!
Incoming!!
Ah shit that Populist little fuck hit me
Can somebody get me a fucking medic?
Well that can not be good
Following the uprising in Shitty City last night
We can confirm the savage murder of the local brigadier general
The Populists have seized control of the city
After a violent riot they initiated with the brigade
It has been determined that Monty Montague
Is the leader of these criminals
And the US government here-forth labels him an enemy of god
His capture is imminent
No further details available at this time
They told us to leave... we called all our friends!
We've got the gasoline, we're dousing the flags
So fill the bottle up, and kindle the rag
The military and the government
Will never give a shit if I can pay my rent
The Oligarchs will send the murderers in
And Billy Bob will never see his ray gun again yeah!
Soldiers of god
If you see a Populist out there tonight, shoot to kill!
These non-believers are terrorists
And they'll do all they can to topple The Oligarchy
Copy boys...?
Copy General!
Tell me what's the point of this town
You've gotta get in touch with the world
Stash me at your Daddy's farm (oooh ooooh)
Well, maybe we could live in the ground
Or maybe you could travel the world
But then you'll never see me around (oooh ooh ooooh)
I'll tell you one thing
I'm getting real sick of the Billy Bob fascist pigs coming to our city
Your ass is grass motherfucker!
Fire at will! Fuck you!
Incoming!!
Ah shit that Populist little fuck hit me
Can somebody get me a fucking medic?
Well that can not be good
Following the uprising in Shitty City last night
We can confirm the savage murder of the local brigadier general
The Populists have seized control of the city
After a violent riot they initiated with the brigade
It has been determined that Monty Montague
Is the leader of these criminals
And the US government here-forth labels him an enemy of god
His capture is imminent
No further details available at this time
Credits
Writer(s): Keenan Daly
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