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ROGUE STATE THIS IS A ROGUE STATE, WE'RE DOING BUSINESS - BUSINESS THIS IS A ROGUE STATE, YOU'RE ON MY HIT LIST - HIT LIST I'VE GOT OIL IN MY HANDS AND I'VE GOT OIL IN MY HAIR I'VE GOT A COUSIN DOWN IN TEXAS SAYS THERE'S OIL EVERYWHERE YOU'VE GOT TO TEACH THE NATIVES THAT THEY CAN'T GET OUT OF HAND YOU'VE GOT TO RIG THE CIRCUS THEN TAKE EVERYTHING YOU CAN THIS IS A ROGUE STATE… YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ACTING LIKE A FRENCHY LORD THEY LIVE ON JAM AND OYSTERS BUT THEY DIE BY THE SWORD THEY STUFF THEMSELVES WITH LOBSTER AND WITH DOVER SOLE BUT I STAY LEAN AND HUNGRY TILL I SWALLOW THEM WHOLE THIS IS A ROGUE STATE… I'M DEALING WITH THE ARABS AND THE JEWS AS WELL I TELL THEM HOW IT IS OR THEY CAN GO TO HELL WHITE SKIN, DARK SKIN, IT DOESN'T MATTER BUT IF YOU TRY AND CROSS ME ITS YOUR HEAD UPON MY PLATTER THIS IS A ROGUE STATE… OLD DOW JONES WAS A MERRY OLD SOUL AND A MERRY OLD SOUL WAS HE HE CALLED FOR HIS STOCKS AND HE CALLED FOR HIS BONDS AND HE CALLED FOR HIS FIDDLERS THREE HE CALLED FOR HIS FIDDLERS THREE, BOYS, HE CALLED FOR HIS FIDDLERS THREE. THIS IS ROGUE STATE… YOU'RE ON MY AXIS OF EVIL, YOU'RE ON MY AXIS OF EVIL YOU'RE ON MY AXIS OF EVIL, YOU'RE ON MY AXIS YOU'RE ON MY AXIS OF EVIL, YOU'RE ON MY AXIS OF EVIL YOU MAY BE KNOCK-KNEED AND FEEBLE, YOU'RE ON MY AXIS SO THERE. CANCER SOCIETY JUMBLE SALE IS IT THE BIG 'C'? IS IT THE KILLER BEE? IS IT Y2K OR CJD OR HIV? IS IT THE PIMPS, IS IT THE WHORES IS IT THE CHRISTIANS OR THE MUSLIMS OR THE ANTHRAX SPORES AT THE CANCER SOCIETY JUMBLE SALE WE'VE GOT FORMER DICTATORS ON THE BARGAIN RAIL WE'VE GOT FINGERS OF CHINESE GIRLS WHO HAVE NOT BEEN GOOD WE'VE GOT THINGS THAT COULD SCARE YOU BUT DON'T LOOK UNDER THE HOOD JUST COME ON DOWN THEY'VE COME TO STEAL OUR WOMEN THEY'VE COME TO KILL OUR BOYS THEY'VE COME TO SHAG OUR DAUGHTERS THEY'VE COME TO BREAK OUR TOYS THEY'VE COME TO READ OUR FORTUNES THEY'VE COME FROM FAR AWAY THEY'VE COME BECAUSE THEY HATE US AND OUR DEMOCRATIC WAYS AT THE CANCER SOCIETY JUMBLE SALE WE'VE GOT SPEARS OF MASS DESTRUCTION MADE FROM CURTAIN RAILS WE'VE GOT CHEMICAL SOLUTIONS FOR YOUR BED AND BATH WE'VE GOT PAPER BAGS TO SAVE YOU FROM THE EVERLASTING WRATH SO COME ON DOWN WHY DO YOU FEAR THE SLANT-EYES? WHY DID YOU FEAR THE HUN? WHY DO YOU FEAR THE NIGGERS? WHY HAVE YOU GOT THAT GUN? EVERYBODY'S DIFFERENT, SO EVERYBODY'S SCARED GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS BUT BEWARE! BEWARE! AT THE CANCER SOCIETY JUMBLE SALE WE'VE GOT BLACK WIDOW SPIDERS AND A GREAT WHITE WHALE WE'VE GOT THINGS THAT LIVE UNDER THE TOILET SEAT WE'VE GOT NUCLEAR BOMBS AND OLD KING KONG AND LOW-FAT DAIRY TREATS [REPEAT] …SO COME ON DOWN. SPREAD A LITTLE LOVE Those happy days under the sun when I was innocent and young My paw would scratch his hollow head and put me on his knee "Your daddy's work is left half done; and son you just turned fifty-one Your old man's gonna tell you somethin', and this much is for free To make it safe for everyone it's time that you took up your gun And spread a little love around the world Y'all have suffered from the hun and now we've got them on the run So spread a little love around the world So give 'em one for justice, give 'em one for truth Give 'em one for freedom boy, give 'em one for you Give 'em one for country, give 'em one for creed But my boy just don't forget to give 'em one for me! The world is full of lust and hate with pimps and whores and reprobates Criminals, degenerates lost in depravity A pervert lies round every bend and they don't care if foe or friend Provides for them their sordid end - it could be you or me. It's time to stop forbidden fun, it's time that you took up your gun And spread a little love around the world For every decent mother's son - for apple pie, for everyone! Go spread a little love around the world!!!!!!!!!! So give 'em one for justice…truth…freedom…you…country…creed…me! So all you kids across the land, Your country calls so lend a hand And spread a little love around the world Don't confuse yourself with thought There's a battle to be fought And spread a little love around the world.........

WHITE CHOLERA WE'VE GOT A MILLION THINK TANKS, CRAWLING 'CROSS YOUR BORDERS WE'VE GOT A PRESIDENTIAL SEAL, SWIMMING IN YOUR WATERS WE'VE GOT OUR CROSS-HAIRS WIRED TO KALEIDOSCOPIC SIGHTS WE'VE GOT TERMS AND CONDITIONS FOR YOUR BIG FAT TROJAN WIFE WE'RE COMING TONIGHT, WE'RE COMING TONIGHT YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME WE'VE GOT APOSTLES AND SURVEYORS, TAKING EVERY ORDER WE'VE GOT OUR SLAVES ON THE AIRWAVES, BLOWING YOUR COVER WE'VE GOT A SIX-GUN SAVIOUR TURNING WATER TO SAND YOU'VE GOT THE BURDEN OF PROOF, WE'VE GOT PERMISSION TO LAND WE'RE COMING TONIGHT… AND IF THIS WORLD'S GONNA BURN, WE'LL BE LIGHTING A MATCH SELL THE ASH TO THE URN, THEN WE'RE TAKING IT BACK WITH YOUR FIRST-BORN DAUGHTER AND YOUR FLESH BY THE POUND BECAUSE A PROFIT'S NEVER MADE IN ITS OWN HOME TOWN A PROFIT'S NEVER MADE IN ITS OWN HOME TOWN. LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION WHILE WE'RE SHAKING THE TREE WE'VE GOT A RACKMOUNT DICTATOR ON OUR SUV WE'VE GOT FOUR SCORE INSURGENTS WHEN THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME WE'VE GOT A MONOCHROME MISSION AND WE STILL CAN'T SPELL YOUR NAME. WE'RE TAKING ALL YOUR BORDERS AND THE PRESIDENTIAL SEAL IS DRINKING ALL YOU WATER AND THE SIX GUN SAVIOUR FILLED YOUR WALLET WITH SAND WE GOT THE WAY AND THE TRUTH WHILE YOU'RE WAITING FOR THE VULTURES TO LAND UNION JACQUES TANGO WE SHOULD BE BROTHERS IN ARMS BUT HERE WE ARE IN DIRE STRAITS I SHOULD BE DAZZLED BY YOUR CHARMS JUST LIKE WHEN WE WERE VIRGIN MATES BUT NOW SOUND THE ALARM OR FRIENDSHIP'S LOST IN THIS DEBATE AND THOUGH THE CHRISTIANS MEAN NO HARM IT'S WE SHOULD LOVE AND THEY SHOULD HATE. (FOR) WE GO TOGETHER YOU AND I, WE GO TOGETHER LOVE WE GO TOGETHER YOU AND I, HAND IN GLOVE YOU SAID I'D RATHER BE A DOG THAN BE AN ANGEL BY YOUR SIDE I SAID YOU'D RATHER STAY A FROG THAN BE A BLUSHING G.I. BRIDE BUT NOW THAT NOTHING HAS BEEN FOUND WELL WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO HIDE SO TAKE THE BULLDOG TO THE POUND I'LL TAKE THE COWBOY FOR A RIDE. WE GO TOGETHER YOU AND I… Release the Hounds Calling all you flyboys to Air Force One It's time to grab your Willy Kristol, gonna have some fun You know it's star time baby, Paparazzi got the scent Now this turkey's got a turkey and you're payin' his rent who let the Dogs back in? who said the loser could win? Release the Hounds who lined their pockets with the grease of unoriginal sin? Release the Hounds who's been digging for gold while they bury the bones? Release the Hounds who tried to kick the girl, just to give her a rose? Release the Hounds Add the cents to the cent, the dollars to the pound Put more petrol in the tanks to take the oil up from the ground Son you better ditch the dishcloth, Don't You Ever grow a beard Don't you know the Good Shepherd likes his sheep well sheared When the fattest cats are sleeping with the dogs of war Release the Hounds When they're hiding in the Bushes and they're tangled in the thorns Release the Hounds When a hurricane's-a-hiding in the winds of change Release the Hounds When they're running out fingers for a fist full of blame Release the Hounds Add the cents to the cent, the dollars to the pound Put more petrol in the tanks to take the oil up from the ground Son you better ditch the dishcloth, Don't You Ever grow a beard Don't you know the Good Shepherd likes his sheep well sheared Ricky got a silver spoon He got it stuck in the back of his mouth He started howling at a crescent moon Now his train's comin' through your house Let's have a Chemical Ali-luia and an Almanac amen Release the Hounds, Release the Hounds Let's have a Hallibirthday party - a McCarthy bargain bin Release the Hounds, Release the Hounds As we duck and cover everything we'll always be afraid Release the Hounds, Release the Hounds We can celebrate our heroes with a duct-tape parade Release the Hounds, Release the Hounds WHAT'S WRONG WITH A SONG WHAT'S WRONG WITH A SONG? WHAT'S WRONG WITH A CHANCE TO TELL THE WORLD HOW YOU'RE STRINGING ALONG AND HOW YOU DANCED TO WIN THAT GIRL FOR WHO CARES IF THERE'S A PLOT, WHEN THERE'S A TUNE? AND WHO CARES WHO DIED IN APRIL WHEN YOU'RE RHYMING MOON WITH JUNE WHAT'S WRONG WITH A SMILE? WHAT'S WRONG WITH A TOP HAT AND A CANE JUST SWALLOW YOUR BILE WE'LL FEED YOUR TONGUE BUT NOT YOUR BRAIN WHY FOCUS ON THE DAILY TRAUMA DANCE AWAY IN CYCLORAMA UP, UP IN YOUR BEAUTIFUL BALLOON OH, SOME ARE SINGING, 'FLY ME TO THE MOON' OSAMA SINGING - 'FLY ME TO THE MOON'