Hey Jackboot!!!

Fuck Your WAR!!

Cause I'm fat and in love

and no bombs are fallin’ on me for sure.

But I'm scared to death

that I’m livin' a life not worth dying for.

And your plow shear.

It's a sword.

And its wide arcing swing chops the heads off of many things.

Mono crops... Laughter roars.

Oh high hilarity!.

Oh muck bury me!!

Oh standard bearer carry me burnin’ home from another tour!!

Go ahead put your Red Dress on.

Days of White Robes have come and gone,

come and gone.

Oh you rivers,

oh you waters run.

Come bear witness

to the Whore of Babylon!

"Hey Slave" They called.

And we caved.

We answered.

To a new name.

Shout it loud shout it lame!

But blackface it.

You’re such a good dancer.

Oh you’re a star.

You’re carnival.

Jacaranda petals fall.

Mix with the blood of the saints

shot down in the square.

Don't track it in

on the soles of your shoes.

When you’re dragged into the back of this car!

Go ahead put your Red Dress on.

Days of white robes have come and gone,

come and gone.

Oh you rivers,

oh you waters run.

Come bear witness to the Whore of Babylon!

It's a trap.

That much is plain.

Still, maybe send snapshots

of all your sweet pain.

Playin’ tortuous games.

It goes: Lense. Light. Fame.

Read my names on your lips.

When the man cracks the whip.

And you'll all shake your hips.

And you'll all dance to this.

Without making a fist.

And I know that it sounds mundane.

But it's a stone cold shame.

How they got you tame,

and they got me tame.

So go ahead put your Red Dress on.

Days of white robes come and gone,

come and gone.

Oh you rivers,

oh you waters run.

Come bear witness to the Whore of Babylon!!