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 look at you, you look at me
We only see what we want to see
They look at us, we look at them
See only others to completely condemn

I look into your big bright eyes
Pools of joy and beautiful skies
Mountains and streams, desert and rain
Whipping cream and peppermint pain

Pick a star in the nighttime sky
Pick a point
You and I
Hold on tight until we scream
Love conquers all in our dream

Pick a time you were full of joy
Pick a time girls and boys
Call that moment "Let It Be"
Love conquers all eventually

Pick a person to love today
Pick yourself first
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Pick a person to love today
Love conquers all
That's what we say
That's what we say
That's what we say

Spaceship Earth

Lover Conquers All

Love Conquers All

The doctor will not treat you 
For the miscarriage you suffer 
There's nothing we can do 
For Emergency Room mothers 
The state controls your health care 
More specifically, the Church 
Hospitals do not dare 
Let the doctor put you first 

Good bye. You're going home 
That's what the lawyers say 
You can suffer all alone 
Until you skin turns gray 
Goodbye. Don't come back 
Until your temperature's 105
Wait until your blood turns black 
And you're barely alive 

When you're sick enough to treat 
When you're close enough to death 
When you say pretty please 
With your last stinking breath 
When you scream in pain 
And bleed fast enough 
When you circle the drain 
And pray to the Man above 

Then maybe we will treat you 
For the miscarriage you suffer 
Wait til your face turns blue 
Emergency Room mother 

When you're sick enough to treat 
When you're close enough to death 
When you say pretty please 
With your last stinking breath 
When you scream in pain 
And bleed fast enough 
When you circle the drain 
And pray to the Man above 

Then maybe we will treat you 
For the miscarriage you suffer 
When there's nothing we can do 
For the Emergency! Emergency! Emergency! 
Emergency room mother 
Emergency room mother 
Emergency room mother

ER Mother | Miscarriage Torture

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

A Penal Colony Please 
For the scoundrels and the sleaze
Just say no, get up off your knees 
Quit their cult of personality 
Don't worship at their feet 
Don't give them your money
Don't elect them to anything 
Don't let them be your king 

A Penal Colony Please 
For the scoundrels and the sleaze
A Penal Colony Please 
For the psychopaths, egomaniacs
Politicians and CEOs
The preachers & gurus who use
Their gift of gab to fool you

Let's put them on a far away island 
Where they can never ever escape
Where they can ply their trade and perpetrate their hate
And proclaim they are really great
Where they can scam and lie 
Steal and kill, take an eye for an eye
And barbeque each other on the grill

A Penal Colony Please 
For the scoundrels and the sleaze
Just say no, get up off your knees 
Quit their cult of personality 
Don't worship at their feet 
Don't give them your money
Don't elect them to anything 
Don't let them be your king 
A Penal Colony Please 
For the scoundrels and the sleaze
Don't put em in charge 
Don't make em a star
Put em on a boat to the Colony 
Where they can never escape
I hope we are not too late 
Yeah, we can do this, let's make it happen
OK, everybody say it with me now!

Quit their cult of personality (Quit their cult of personality)
Don't worship at their feet  (Don't worship at their feet)
Don't give them your money (Don't give them your money)
Don't elect them to anything (Don't elect them to anything)
Don't let them be your king (Don't let them be your king)
Don't put em in charge, don't make em a star
A Penal Colony Please (A Penal Colony Please)
For the scoundrels and the sleaze (scoundrels and the sleaze)

John Lopker

Penal Colony Please (for The Scoundrels And Sleaze)

Music: Dave Cadaqu, www.cadaqu.com
Lyrics: Dave Cadaqu
Vocals: Dave and Susan Cadaqu
Arrangement: Dave Cadaqu
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Mark Dann www.markdann.com

Penal Colony Please (for The Scoundrels And Sleaze)

John Lopker

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