We Like It Here

(intro)

dicksuck tittyfuck

sing this song

titties on my ding-a-ling

all night long

back in the good old days, before they put the bitterant in the airduster...

(chorus)

we like it here

we like lite beer

we like it here

our queers are smeared

we like it here

pissed off and weird

we like it here

kingdom of fear

(verse 1)

we don't dial 9/11, never forget

if you can't dodge it, ram it

stay pissed

support our new york firemen

let's roll

kick their ass and take their blood for oil

jesus on board, and also inside

heritage, hatred, power of pride

(chorus)

we like it here

we like lite beer

we like it here

secretly queer

we like it here

our balls look weird

we like it here

kingdom of fear

(verse 2)

land of the finks, home of the slaves

eating our way to an early grave

my dick don't work and the kids are strange

i hate my life but i don't want it to change

the soul gets sucked out through a tube

in this drywall isolation cube

till the bitter coronary end

this we'll let someone else defend

War (Burzum Cover)

The words to this song don't matter since you can't understand them anyway, but you can find lyrics videos on YouTube if you care for some reason.

Uday and Qusay go to White Castle

Ace of Hearts, Ace of Clubs

taken out like a couple scrubs

you picked the wrong time to have a house party

the Americans crashed it with their friend, Arty

you were shot, repeatedly, in the head

a desert boot is on your neck and you're dead

it's not like you were all that bad of guys

all you really wanted was to sodomize

people in dungeons, but they took it away

now it's all gone dark, what a crummy day

you were laid out on a slab

cracked wide open like a crab

they cleaned you up and shaved your faces

for display in public places

showed your corpses on the news

directed, no doubt, by the Jews

now, in the autopsy tent

there comes a mouth-watering scent

of juicy burgers, crispy fries

so tasty that the dead will rise

CENTCOM gets a confused report

of zombies in the air base food court

undead-enders come to feast

lunchtime in the Middle East

you didn't come all the way from Hell

for Burger King or Taco Bell

what brought you back was a craving for sliders

kill your way through the Freedom Providers

who rudely invaded and gave you this hassle

yankee, go home, but leave the White Castle

Yardwork

(verse 1)

suburban days go on and on

to pass the time i tend the lawn

get up on the riding mower

strapped to the seat since most of my lower

body parts i left in Anbar

a half-man, half-appliance centaur

she's a John Deere but i call her Sally

named for a girl i fingered at a pep rally

intruding on my reverie, my neighbor's face appears

over the fence with some ice-cold beers

he asks if i want one through a mouthful of burger

no thanks, but i might have a couple-few murders

good thing you caught me when you did, i'm almost outta gas

it's not as pleasant as it sounds when Sally eats your ass

turns out your Special Purpose is to fertilize the grass

BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

(chorus)

what makes the grass grow green?

BLOOD

what's sprayed across the crime scene?

BLOOD

what lubricates the engine of this brutal killing machine?

BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

(verse 2)

look out, Wilson, i'm coming through

gonna do a drive-by on your BBQ

you think that your privacy fence will save you

but i've got a big razor and i'm coming to shave you

take a few inches off your cock n'balls

then i drop the blade and take it all

now below the waist, you're just like me

and it didn't even take an IED

the kids in the pool think they're pretty good swimmers

but they won't get away from these electric hedge trimmers

i toss 'em in the water and the pool becomes soup

full of floating dead bodies and a piece of poop

you think that you like having legs; believe me, you don't need'em

the death machines are hungry and I've gotta fuckin' feed'em

remember that one time you didn't thank me for your freedom?

BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

(verse 3)

you're going to hell, i don't care if you're ready

i'll turn your fat ass into confetti

the grill is cold and the party's dead

the white picket fence is painted red

it looks like your turf could use a little trim

so i make a few passes and shred some limbs

on the back patio, intestines are strewn

when Sally gets a hankerin' for housewife poon

your family's mulch and your friends are slop

and some nosy jerk just called the cops

the cul de sac is filled with the siren's wail

no matter what happens, i'm not going to jail

run, piggy, run

here i come

Suck Cess

(verse 1)

you were voted most likely to succeed

well, they got it half-right, cuz you suck indeed

a teacher's pet rat, always kissing ass

tonguing your way to the top of the class

streaks on your nose, a mouthfull of balls

you knew that one day, you would get the call

your effort paid off and you've finally arrived

just in time to be buried alive

you're crying and you don't know who to thank

as they lower you into the septic tank

all your ambition came to this:

a sarcophagus filled with shit and piss

(chorus)

suck! cess!

put your face in the mess

you made it to the top

now drown in slop

suck! cess!

you didn't settle for less

you just really love the taste of human waste, i guess

(verse 2)

you climbed up the ladder just to fall in shit

now you must suckle the shitting dick-tit

seems your dreams have come to an end

what will the people think in south bend?

one of these days, you were gonna be president

living in the house where evil is resident

flailing in filth, your hope is gone

dying underneath the white house lawn

dud sacrifice to the gods of mold

shoulda seen it coming, your misfortune was told

written on your prius bumper decal:

the future is fe-cal

S U C K in the USA (repeated)

We Finally Solved the Chickenhawk Problem

(verse 1)

who wants another war?

we can have a vote

everybody with their hand raised

put them on a boat

send them on a cruise

to battle evil overseas

sink them to the ocean floor

then declare peace

if you vote to go to war

you just volunteered

missiles need guidance systems

you can help steer

here's your tech manual

here's a world map

climb inside the rocket tube

buckle up the straps

(chorus)

wars were just something

to watch on tv

now it's time to pay, fucker

cuz freedom ain't free

you'll finally get to quench

your blood-thirst

if we're going at all

then you're gonna go first

(verse 2)

you're old and fat

but you still got drafted

you'll fight your own wars

no more poors getting shafted

we can have a death march

and call it a parade

with this new kind of war

there's no need to invade

never mind a uniform

we'll stuff you in a bag

stick it in a pine box

and wrap it in a flag

ship you to the cemetary

dump you in a grave

then fill it in with chickenshit

the money that we'll save!

(chorus)

wars were just something

to watch on tv

now it's time to pay, fucker

cuz freedom ain't free

it will be your own tears

that quench your thirst

if someone needs to die

then you're gonna die first

(verse 3)

your doctor's note

says that you're 4-F

so what? we don't care

if you're blind and deaf

you don't wanna go

where you might get torched

then take the god damn flag

down from your porch

wrap it round your neck

we'll run you up a pole

the kids can pledge alliegence

to your cystic asshole

whine and cry

that you paid your taxes

thank you for buying us

these headsman's axes

next in line

are you starting to get nervous?

up against the wall

so we can thank you for your service

one of these days, we'll finally get the nerve

to give you pigs what you fucking deserve