Post War Style

And we bring to you The music new to the kids Coming at cha post-world war style You keep complaining meanwhile We pour our radioactive bile All over 2nd and 3rd worlds country Oh so fucken vile At Least that's what we tell the infantry Lose your head in the media flurry And leave your country in a hurry Forget the nameless bodies We'll just pay people to bury Is this what American democracy embodies So run Run far away There's places much better then here Skippido doo bu So run Run for today But you always come back Skippidy da boo Hey you We got a party and you're needed With the prince of Hiroshima Our fate quite heated With that devils sound And the tsecrets underground It's the fact that's needed We've got a fun little party And we need you to join Comin to you after Iraq It might seem like some borax While we fill your food with borax Blowin up the desert rocks While the oil leaves the racks Welcome to America Where we hate everyone yes even the blacks So run Run far away There's places much better then here Skippido doo bu So run Run for today But you always come back Skippidy da boo Pushed far away Guess so much for the old days To your dismay Welcome to the nation's decay All hidden far away Just listen to the music and Shut your god damn mouth