Her body’s not her own
It belongs to all the men
Belongs to the state
To the government

She’s too young to drive
But old enough to bleed
She got no place to hide
When they want to plant their seed

And when it starts to grow
She cannot say no
Her body’s not her own, no no no

Her body’s not her own
It belongs to all the men
Belongs to the state
To the government

Then one day it killed her
It got stuck inside her tube
The government told her doctor
There was nothing they could do

The doctor was arrested
For trying to save her life
The Supreme Court said
That's for the government to decide

She got a lovely headstone
If you can find it in the weeds
Says: "My Body's Now My Own
In the Land of the Free"

Her preacher is still preachin'
About how she tempted them
About that girl's deadly sin
Against all the holy men

She got a lovely headstone
If you can find it in the weeds
Says: "My Body's Now My Own
In the Land of the Free"

Public Interest

Government Body Blues

Government Body Blues | Abortion

ABORT

Government Body | Abortion Rock

Dicky was feeling extra rapey 
When the Extreme Court dropped the bomb 
Oh My God, now he can make a baby 
He can even choose the mom!

Dicky always wanted to be a Dad 
But his victims did not agree 
Always made him feel so sad  
When the women chose to clean 

Dicky gonna make some children 
Thank you TrumpVangelicals 
Thank you American Taliban 
Dicky making some boys and girls 

Dicky gonna hunt for a wife 
Pick a mother for his child 
Pack his rope and knife 
Pray to God and smile

Thank You Jesus! Thank You Lord! 
Thank you Supreme Taliban Court 
Dicky's gonna be a Daddy 
Mother, don't you dare abort 

Thank You Jesus! Thank You Lord! 
Thank you Supreme Taliban Court 
Dicky's gonna be a Daddy 
Mother, don't you dare abort 
Mother, don't you dare abort 
Mother, don't you dare abort 

Dicky's gonna be a Daddy 
Mother, don't you dare abort

Dicky Daddy | Abortion Father

Photo booth take a picture of me
I'm a young man of 23
Take one when I laugh
Take one when I cry
Take one for the half a man am I
It's early morning the world is mine
American Dreams and warm sunshine

Photo booth take a picture of me
I'm a middle aged guy of 43
Got an OK job, an OK wife
I'm working for Bob it's an OK life
I'm searching for my American Dream
Eating beans and rice
Drinking good old Jim Beam

Photo booth take a picture of me
I'm slowing down at 63
Sitting on my porch when the sun goes down
I see younger people all around
They don't see me but I see them
I fall asleep at 9PM

Photo booth take a picture of me
This old man of 83
Little by little I disappear
The midnight hour is almost here
I'm staring into my TV screen
Rocking my chair and my American Dream

Take one when I laugh
Take one when I cry
Take one more before I die

FATE

Photo Booth | 35-50 Year Old Tunnel

Just in case I burn in the fire
Or lose my god damn soul
Just in case you don't hear my scream
In the bloody afterglow

Please pause a week or two
Before you post your first "Oh, No!"
It's all fate just another day
Fading into tomorrow

Just in case I drown in the waves
Or forget my keys
Please don't look too long for me
In the parking lot
Or the god damn ocean breeze

It's all fate just another day
Fading into tomorrow

It's all fate just another day
Tasting of our sweet sorrow
It's all fate just another day
Fading into tomorrow

I don't care too much for preachers
I don't like to go to church
But I'd hate to meet St. Peter
When my body leaves this Earth

I don't want to go to Hell
Made that mistake once
I'm shopping for religion
I need Fire Insurance

I don't trust the bible
That guy does more harm than good
Helps me win my softball games
Kills millions in childhood

Sends earthquakes and tsunamis
When His panties get in a bunch
Fires and floods and hurricanes
If you piss Him off too much

I don't think there is a Hell
But I'm gonna hedge my bet
There's a bunch of pretty good gods for sale
I don't know which one to get

Apollo and Zeus are amazing dudes
But I don't think they do softball
Jesus is kinda cool
But his Dad may kill us all

I'm don't know which one to choose
Maybe I'll pick a few
I guess I got nothing to lose
Unless none of them are true

Or, maybe I'll just call your bluff
Put on my big boy pants
Put away all that scary stuff
Just live and love and dance
Live and love and dance
You can keep your fire insurance

Spaceship Earth

Fire Insurance | Religion

Who the hell are you? 
Russian said the soldier 
What are F you doing here? 
Come to kill you, he told her 
	
From this moment you are cursed 
Let me give you something first 
Take these sunflower seeds 
Put them in your pocket 
So when you die in the weeds 
Flowers grow where you rotted 

You came to my land 
With all your guns 
Uninvited, you understand? 
You're the enemy 
A dead guy walkin' 
That's what she told the man 

From this moment you are cursed 
Let me give you something first 
Take these sunflower seeds 
Put them in your pocket 
Soon you'll lie in the earth below 
We'll soon see your flower grow

Ukraine Fight Songs

Ukraine Sunflower Curse

Dictator Puty 
Time to lie in your bed 
Time for your bunker 
And a pillow for your head  
Your work is all done 
Your destiny complete 
Now it's time to sleep 

Come on Puty 
Come to your bed 
Your heart, you know 
Is already dead 

Good Russian people 
Built a bunker for you 
With a sheet and a pillow 
For old Puty Poo 
Dictator Puty 
Time to lie in your bed 
Time for your bunker 
And a pillow for your head 

Come on Puty 
Come to your bed 
Your heart, you know  
Is already dead 
Your work is done 
Your destiny complete 
Now it's time to sleep 
Now it's time to sleep

Putin Spanking

Michelangelo made you perfect
From a single block of stone 
David, you're beautiful and correct 
You muscles, your skin, your bones 

Now parents in Tallahassee 
Want to cancel and cover you 
They see you as pornography 
Yeah Dave, they really do 

But please don't take it personally 
They're just protecting their children 
They prefer guns and violence 
To statues without pants 

David, you're so brave and fine 
600 years you stand tall
Ready to fight Goliath 
In that great Biblical brawl 

Your eyes full of fire 
Your buttocks clenched so tight 
You wear the perfect attire 
For that great mythical fight  

But next time you fight Goliath 
Cover you penis, your balls, and your ass
The bullies of Tallahassee
Don't like statues without pants 
Statues without pants
Statues without pants

FASCES 2024

Statues Without Pants | Bullies of Tallahassee

Statues Without Pants | Bullies of Tallahassee | Song Title by Charlie Sykes

Get the hell out of our sight 
Go back to where you came from 
You don't fool us, Donny Christ 
You're Lucifer's only son 

You suck up all our energy
You lie and cheat and steal
You trick us oh so cleverly
Pretending you can feel

We're so tired of seeing your face 
So sick of hearing your voice 
As you seduce and infatuate
The MAGA girls and boys 

Get the hell out of our sight 
Go back to where you came from 
You don't fool us, Donny Christ 
You're Lucifer's only son 

Do you think we're stupid? 
Don't you know we know 
When your lips are movin' 
Your hypnotizing MAGA folks 

You slithered out from your hole 
In search of power and treasure
You ruined America, now you want mo
We say: NO NO NO NOT EVER 

Get the hell out of our sight 
Go back to where you came from 
You don't fool us, Donny Christ 
You're Lucifer's only son 
Lucifer's Only Son, Lucifer's Only Son

Lucifer's Only Son | Donny Christ

There's a special place in hell 
For the leaf blower man 
Right next to 
The amplified muffler dude 

Oh how I hate these sounds 
They turn my smile into a frown 
I would send them all to hell 
But I'd still hear them all around

Chewing with mouth open 
Slurping, farting, burping 
Squeaking, grinding, pounding 
Microphone feedback hurting 

You know what else gets me pissed? 
Novelty songs like this 
So if you add it to your list
I completely understand, I too am damned

The baby crying on the airplane 
OK, she gets another chance
We can all understand her pain
She got doo doo in her pants

But if you ever blow on them bagpipes 
You're going straight to the inferno
Same for you if you play that kazoo 
Or you drone on didgeridoo

Oh how I hate these sounds 
They turn my smile into a frown
I would send them all to hell
But I'd still hear them all around

That guy drilling with his power drill 
Nails on a chalkboard
The lady who screams oh so shrill
Your damn lover's constant snore

The low pounding of a distant motor
The boom boom boom of the hip hop car
The constant roar of an air conditioner
The screaming of a car alarm

Oh how I hate these sounds
They turn my smile to a frown
I would send them all to hell
But I'd still hear them all around

Misophonia Hell | Hatred of Sound Triggers

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