Drunk And Armed / Brother Extempore

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Killed By Death: Rare Punk 77-82 Vol. 1

Killed By Death: Rare Punk 77-82 Vol. 1. A must!

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Drunk And Armed - Obama Likes Pie

Drunk And Armed - Obama Likes Pie
First release of The Politician EP.

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Credits:
Words written by: S.R.L. & A.R.L.
Music written by: S.R.L.

Vox: B.H.O.
Keyboards, Drums, Bush Samples, Effects: SRL

A look inside Obama's mind...

Lyrics:

I like pie. I like pie. I like pie. My mom liked pie. My dad liked pie. My friend likes pie. My dog likes pie. My cat likes pie. My sister's hamster likes pie. My enemies even like pie. Everyone likes lie. I like pie. I like pie. I like pie. You must eat pie. You will eat pie. You shall eat pie. I'm a fascist pig, yo.

Goddamn, I like pie. Oh God, I like pie. Pie is fine. Mighty fine. I like pie. Hells yes. I like pie. Pie.

I ate a big shit sandwich. I ate a big shit sandwich. I thought, how hard can it be? I found out. I know, I'll just do everything at once. Yeah. Let's think about nothing but change. Let's think about nothing but change. What that change will be? Nothing.

You thought there was a difference. You thought there was going to be change. Eat some pie. Eat Some Pie and shut up. Mo-Fo.

Let us pretend it will never end. Cheap gas. Suburbs. The city. Failure to see reality. That makes 2 in a row. Failure. Eternal. Failure. Eternity.

I'm not a very good fascist pig, but I'll give it my best shot. I'll think of something. I will keep doing the same thing. I will keep the same people hanging around so I can blame them when things go wrong. I don't know what I'm doing. Fake it until you make it.

I'm under no illusions. I know I could have never taken the presidency if my opponents and the incumbent not been real losers. George Bush was the key to my success. Ha Ha Bitches.

Frankly, I wish I were a Prime Minister. I don't know anything about administration. I could care less. I'll just tell congress to draft up a bill to sign. When things go pear shaped, they'll be easy to blame. Nobody likes them anyway. Your loss is my gain. Ho.

In a town of whores, I fit right in. I learned a thing or two from the Chicago Machine. You can say anything, but you had better know who your real patrons are. Guess what? It ain't you. Hope away chump.

Change you can believe in. Pie is change. I like pie. You like pie. You like me, but you don't know why. It's the pie. Believe me, it's all about the pie. Good bye, suckas.

Hope. Dope.

I Like Pie.