coalition of the prepared

I'm ready
got like four of five bucks
in my back pocket
in my back yard
got like four or five guns
I'm ready

the gold is gone
from the
ooze of oklahomy
and pennsylvany
the water tastes like gasoline
we drink it like real americans
who bleed fire

yeahmantotallyawesome

clear the lanes
cut the lights
bud lites lit up
like christmas trees
in the night

a mediterranean vacation for us
a subterranean vacation for them

Egypt See : Crypt

at the bog a quarter mile wide
smiling humans long ago dead
still dead and like a raisin in the shade
unpoppable unstoppable
the old hydrant unprobable and propped up no more
so the snow is slopped up and
they dont even care that this disgust is here.
they dont even care about us over in america
they dont even care about us over in canada

egypt is so damn selfish sometimes.
one hundred thousand years of history and they think
that they have a book.

well, to that I say, we have
one hundred million ears of corn,
which is exactly what Marc Antony asked for
when history was being written, so in that way
we are there.

one last closing remark;
inst it better to not be history?
as godzilla would say:
sayonara, suckrs