(We're All) CLONES  Flush the Fashion, 1980 -- ALICE COOPER


I'm a clone
I know it and I'm fine
I'm one and more are on the way
I'm two, doctor
Three's on the line
He'll take incubation another day

I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all

We destroyed the government
We're destroying time
No more problems on the way

I'm through doctor
We don't need your kind
The other ones
Ugly ones
Stupid boys
Wrong ones

I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all

Six is having problems
Adjusting to his clone status
Have to put him on a shelf
All day long we hear him crying so loud
I just wanna be myself
I just wanna be myself
I just wanna be myself
Be myself
Be myself

I'm all alone, so are we all
We destroyed the government
We're destroying time
No more problems on the way

[instrumental break]

I'm through doctor
We don't need your kind
The other ones
Ugly ones
Stupid boys
Wrong ones

I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all
I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all

-- Alice Cooper

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 I'D RATHER BE THE DEVIL  From a SkeptiChat subscriber  

 ----- Original Message -----
 From: "Bruce Mcneely" <bmcneely@kamloops.net>
 To: "SkeptiChat list" <skeptichat@lists.sonic.net>

 > From: beltek@gorge.net (beltek)
 > Subject: Re: [SC] still not a bulletin
 >
 > Hey, haven't you seen the thesis that says everyone is going to hell?
 > This is an old one that says since many religions declare that everyone
 > else is going to hell and since one can't belong to all of them, every-
 > one is going to hell. Sounds crowded, but I expect to see many friends,
 > perhaps some enemies, there.

 That reminds me of an old poem, the author of which I can't remember.
 It goes something like this:


    I'd hate to be an angel
    And never do a thing
    'Cept play and play that damned old harp
    And sing and sing and sing.

    I'd rather be a devil.
    I'd quite enjoy my doom.
    Playing poker with the boys
    Down in the smoking room.

 Bruce McNeely

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 HEY MR. TALIBAN  From an InTheShadows subscriber  

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "jeff mann" 
Sent: Thursday, September 27, 2001 10:28 PM
Subject: [InTheShadows] - Hey Mr. Taliban-


Hey Mr. Taliban

Sing to the tune of "The Banana Boat Song" "DayO")

       Hey Mr. Taliban.. Tally me Ben-Laden
       give him up and we leave you alone
       Hey Mr. Taliban.. Tally me Ben-Laden
       Or NATO come and we blow up your home
       Na we say Na a a to
       Nato come and we blow up your ho- ome
       na we say na we say na we say na we say na we say na a a to
       NATO come and we blow up your home,

       A beautiful bunch of Army Rangers
       Nato come and we blow up your home
       we all unite no longer strangers
       NATO come and we blow up your home

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 GREEDY CAPITALISTS  By WOODY GUTHRIE via a POM subscriber  

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Brenda Rosser" <shelter@tassie.net.au>
To: <politics-of-meaning@igc.topica.com>
Sent: Tuesday, October 30, 2001 7:02 PM
Subject: [POM] On capitalists

   Hi POMers,
   Glad to see that I could opt out of the arguments on capitalism!  
   You guys have put forward some excellent arguments. Actually a 
   thought came to me. If the guvmint wan'ts to give corporations 
   the status of 'persons' then don't you think they should be 
   'killed off' after 70 years or so??? Here's the lyrics of 
   a song from Woody Guthrie on the topic of 'greedy capitalists'.
   Brenda


You low life trifling bastard,
You low life son of a bitch,
You selfish, greedy, low down thief,
You goddam theiving snitch.

You yaller-back, piss-complected skunk,
You scheming, conniving shit.
That's what I call a greedy rich thief,
Now what do you think about that?

You money-changing mangy hound,
You profit-worshipping dog,
You home-wrecking, baby-killing pimp,
You swine, you filthy hog.


You sissy, prissy cowardly snake,
You whole-hog loafer worf,
You gambling, framing, cheating cheat,
No wait, that ain't enough.

You mother-killing, baby starving,
Grocery taking, profit making,
Haywired, insane, organizer of death,
You worshipper of greed and the devil.

Who are you and where are you?
You stool pigeon for the greedy side,
You bodyguard of the bigshot lord,
You worshipper of riches and greed
You know who you are.

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 A PUMPKIN SPEAKS  By Heinrich Albert via 'anonymous'  

With the time I come am,
Case ' also with the time there.
, here inside we are alike to humans,
You may be beautifully, young and richly:
Our splendour cannot bestehn,
Both must we vergehn.


Now I young still am and become green,
, then one holds me for O in the value!
I am withered and no longer serve,
Who is then, the mine desired?

Humans, I can glaeuben it leichtlich,
That you wish, I would like to remain;
Yours wants, also mine not,
God will only geschicht.

The autumn requires for me,
To spoil me;
Death, o humans, after you,
Also you must die.

The time and we vergehn;
Which we stand hie let us long
In this green garden,
Withered within a short time,
Because already the autumn envy
Seems to wait drauf.

I and my sheets know,
That we must fall then only,
If the rough autumn now kuemmt:
But you, humans, do not know,
Generic terms today still does not geschicht,
That God takes the life to you?

Whether I must equivalent soon from here,
Kriegst you nevertheless fruit of me;
If one you, buried humans,
What will you have for fruits?

O, I already heard, 
that my enemy, who will come Herst,
Its robbery I will is:
Dear humans, gehab you probably!


 WE SHOULD IMPEACH THE BOGUS KING  By WILLIAM TONG via an InTheShadows subscriber  

----- Original Message -----
From: William Tong
Sent: Monday, March 18, 2002 9:15 AM
To: deborahleebe@msn.com
Subject: I wrote "We Should Impeach The Bogus King"
        (and many more)

   Hi, Deb:

   I saw your comments posted at the IndyMedia web site, asking
   for the lyrics to "We Should Impeach The Bogus King" sung at
   the St. Patrick's Day protest in Chicago.  I've written over
   600 anti-Republican song parodies, all posted at my web site,
   THE BOOT NEWT SING ALONG PAGE, at http://bootnewt.tripod.com

   Here are the words to my parody:

   http://bootnewt.tripod.com/bogusking.htm

   We Should Impeach The Bogus King
   (Sung to the tune of "I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing"
    by The New Seekers)

(instrumental intro)

The leader of the world's a dope.
So tarnished is the Shrub.
He has to please the industries
With rides in Navy subs.

We should impeach the bogus king
Reclaim democracy.
Dislike and hold them in contempt:
George Bush and Company.

The leader of the world's a dunce.
What can he understand?
Just hear the cackles of his shills:
"We'll fleece throughout this land."


That's the song you'll hear...
Let the world see today...
Sleaze from Bush on display...
It's so very clear.

(repeat verses)


 BUSH INAUGURAL THEME SONG
 What A Wonderful World This Will Be  from the Web (scroll down a little)  

Don't know much about ecology. 
Cutting trees has always worked for me. 
And I don't know about the women's vote 
And I can't think of any bill I wrote. 
But there's one thing that I know for sure, 
If the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor 
What a wonderful world this will be. 


I never claimed to be an A student, 
but I don't have to be. 
If you have deep pockets and sell nuclear rockets 
You're a friend of my family. 

Don't know much about air pollution. 
Don't know much about the Constitution. 
Don't care much for solar energy. 
There's nothing in it for my friends and me. 
And if we can't find any on our soil 
We can go to war and get more oil, 
and What a wonderful world this will be. 

Don't know much about the driving rules. 
Don't know much about the public schools. 
Don't know why the inner cities fail 
Why can't folks get dad to pay for Yale? 
And if the issues causing you to lose 
Are never covered in the evening news, 
What a wonderful world this will be. 

I never claimed to be an A student, 
but I don't have to be. 
If you have a brother who's the Florida Governor, 
the result's no mystery. 

Don't know much about history. 
Don't know much foreign policy. 
Don't know 'bout paying off a debt. 
I never had to pay one off yet. 
But I do know who has paid my way. 
For special interests in the USA 
What a wonderful world this will be 


 AMERICAN TIE  also from the Web (scroll down a lot)  


   American Tie 
   'allo Guys and Gals
   'ere's some new words to music that is Crop of the Flops! 
   (sung to the tune of American Pie by Don Mclean) 


A long, long time ago... 
I can still remember 
how those Yankees used to make me smile, 
And I knew if they had their goat, 
They'd try to teach us how to vote, 
And maybe they'd be happy for a while. 

But November saw me quiver, 
With every network news delivered, 
Chaos in the republic, 
The blunders were in public. 

I can't remember if I laughed, >
When I read about his amBUSHed pride, 
But something GOREd me deep inside, 
The day the voting died. 

So... Why, why this American tie, 
Drove the voters to a frenzy but the ballots were sly. 
Both Bush and Gore are running risky and dry, 
Singing "This'll be the day that I cry, 
This'll be the day that I cry." 

Did you write the book of jokes, 
And will you have faith in the winning bloke, 
If the Houses tell you so? 
Now do you believe in the voter rolls? 
Can the system save your mortal soul? 
And can you teach me how to count real slow? 

Well I know you're in a sticky mess, 
Cause I saw you looking real harassed, 
You both ran out of cues, 
Man, I dig those rhythm 'n' blues, 

They were rich and fiesty mid-aged bucks, 
Nearly two years later and still in the ruck, 
But I knew they were out of luck, 
The day the voting died. 
We started singing... 

(Chorus) 

Now for some days we've been on our own, 
Left with a case of the great unknown, 
But that's not how it used to be, 
When Clinton spoke in front of kings and queens, 
In a coat he borrowed from Mr Bean, 
And a voice that came from Hillary, 

Oh, and while the crowd was looking down, 
Buchanan stole Florida's crown, 
The voting was adjourned,
No verdict was returned. 

And while recounts were still going slow, 
The whole world stayed up for the show, 
And waited for the news to flow, 
The day the voting died. 
We were singing... 

(Chorus) 

Dedicated to the voters of Florida


 The Greatest Taste Around  by Negativland via the Web  

I got fired by my boss, 
Pepsi! 

I nailed Jesus to the cross, 
Pepsi! 


Powdered mashed pototoes in the cupboard for three years, 
Alcoholic husbands driving frantic wives to tears, 
Poor old widow's house burnt down, 
Pepsi! 

Tractors plowing down the hills, 
Pepsi! 

Ghastly stench of puppy mills, 
Pepsi! 


Sheets with stinking urine, 
Bloody shards of glass, 
Mud flaps burnt by hot exhaust, 
Drunkards passing gas, 
Children dying of disease, 
Pepsi! 

Leading helpless teens astray, 
Pepsi! 

I can't find the strength to say, 
Pepsi! 


Medicated ointment being spread on painful rash, 
Old outdated software being thrown into the trash, 
Everything still tastes the same, 
Pepsi! 

(Reproduced without permission.)


 Bomb Iraq!  via the Web  

----- Original Message -----
From: "novi dyen" <novi_dyen@yahoo.com>
To: <smygo@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Thursday, December 12, 2002 9:56 AM
Subject: [smygo] fwd: sing-along time

Sung to the tune of "If You're Happy And You Know It
Clap Your Hands"


If we cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets hurt your Mama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi
And the bank takes back your Audi
And the TV shows are bawdy,
Bomb Iraq.

If the corporate scandal's growin', bomb Iraq.
And your ties to them are showin', bomb Iraq.
If the smoking gun ain't smokin'
We don't care, and we're not jokin'.
That Saddam will soon be croakin',
Bomb Iraq.


Even if we have no allies, bomb Iraq.
From the sand dunes to the valleys, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections;
Let's look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.

While the globe is slowly warming, bomb Iraq.
Yay! the clouds of war are storming, bomb Iraq.
If the ozone hole is growing,
Some things we prefer not knowing.
(Though our ignorance is showing),
Bomb Iraq.


So here's one for dear old daddy, bomb Iraq,
From his favorite little laddy, bomb Iraq.
Saying "no" would look like treason.
It's the Hussein hunting season.
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq!

=====
War is just a racket. A racket is best described, I believe, as something
that is not what it seems to the majority of people. Only a small inside
group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very
few at the expense of the masses.
--Major General Smedley Butler, USMC


Other collections: CORPORATE ANTHEMS


 The Gift of Slavery  via the Web  


licking hungrily, drunk on her eyes
the feel of my face on her inner thighs
tracing fingertips along her breasts
she grabs my hair and screams out "Yes!"

I chuckle and grin, this position of power
Sneaky in public, I'm a god in the shower
On my knees, yet I'm in control
A flick of my tongue, the key to her soul

She begs for mercy, I deny it
She screams for release, only I can supply it
I tease and taunt, she cries and pleas
I teethe and flaunt, she writhes and seethes

She begs again, I smile and concede
She screams my name as I fulfill her need
Her thighs tighten as she grinds my face
Her body flails as I feed upon that place

Her nails dig through my hair and into my skin
While juices of her passion pour along my chin
Her breathing heaves as she slowly recovers
While I revel in the feel of power over another

She pulls me towards her and kisses me deep
She notices my smile from her lusty defeat
She strokes my hair and gives thanks for what I gave
She shoves me back and she claims me as her slave

--steele '04


 Theme From SHAFT by Geoffrey Chaucer  via the Web  

Wha be tha blake prevy lawe
That bene wantoun too alle tha feres?
SHAFT!
Ya damne righte!

Wha be tha carl tha riske is hals wolt
Fro is allye leve?
SHAFT!
Konne ye?

Wha be tha carl wha wolden flee
Whan peril bene all aboughte?
SHAFT!
Verray!

Alle clepe tha carl ane badde mooder-swyver
SOFTE!
Speken of Shaft bene I.
THAN KONNE ALLES WE!

He be a man konne unnethes
Namo save is mayde konnes im.
JOHN SHAFT!