Our hero shimmers in the corner, nags «A saccarini in my tea, oh teeny
Queen» in a green bikini. Ate all night and it shows as she grasps for a
Pill and she groans that she’s ill and she grumbles to Bill, «Get the
Bloody tea yourself!» And the T.V. screen screams scene’s getting worse…
But our leader’s calm, she reads out a verse from the Bible. She pleads how
The cause that we die for is blessed by the angels with rifles and skies
Full of bombs. It’s an eye for an eye and the trifles are high aiming right
For the eyes of the enemies of freedom. A comfort. Triumphant! What more do
We need as we bleed from the bowels, ’til the towel stinks, he smells
Sticks. The stale sick is caked on the lino we lie on, we’ll die on. Well,
If I have to go that way, I’d rather melt with you.
