Subject:  Guns

BIBLE BELT GUN SHOW

Who knew putting up a fight

Meant putting on a show

One too many times in court

And now you've got to go

All crowd around the golden calf

Commander-dolt-in-chief

As he's led away in handcuffs

To their shock and disbelief

chorus:

Bible Belt gun show

It keeps them entertained

The politics that fools and tricks

The bored and addled brained

Bible Belt gun show

You showed them who's in charge

How fast you go from cult hero

To fugitive at large

Bible Belt gun show (Jesus in camo)

Bible Belt gun show (scripture meets ammo)

Bible Belt gun show (backwoods G.I. Joe)

Bible Belt gun show (Jehovah to bravo)

It was one long heart attack

From Clinton through Obama

Subjecting every tortured soul

To all your needless drama

Lashing twisted tongues

Grotesque legal contortions

Ratchet up the crazy

To unheard of proportions

Condemn the un-American

And make your little speech

As you peddle your religion

Borrowed from the Middle East

Guns going into Starbucks

On family Christmas cards

Popping up in campaign ads

Like victims in graveyards

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You got the nurses, the teachers

The school boards on the run

What was it you were saying  

Mister good guy with a gun?

You claimed it's for your self-defense

Claimed it's for protection

As you crowd around the ballot box

To shoot out an election

Got you foaming at the mouth

At their Pavlovian bell

A little neural programming

And you're angry as all hell

Boycott the social sites

Boycott the NFL

Drive those lizard-brain resentments

Into every gun they sell

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KEEP YOUR COOL

All those years and drugs you took

The schoolyard bullies went off the hook

Medicate the victims who protest?

But not the thugs who target and molest?

"Someone show the latest chump

Our psychological garbage dump

Make sure our new friend gets the royal tour

Let's see how much their psyche can endure"

chorus 1:

Character assassins mixed within our ranks

Won't let the little misfits play

The epitome of cool but they can't realize

"The bully" is an old cliche

Voodoo doll of the spirit -

The cool kids curse - the misfits fear it -

Separate the ones who've had enough

"It's just some insignificant kid's stuff"

All year long they wear the tags

Of psychological punching bags

Analyze the ones about to snap

"The guidance counselor's fed up with your crap"

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chorus 2:

Character assassins mixed within our ranks

Won't let the little misfits play

The epitome of cool but they can't realize

"The bully" is a dead cliche

"The bully" is a dead cliche

"The bully" is a dead...

Keep your cool

I don't want to learn that in school

I don't want to learn that in school

I don't want to learn...

Keep your cool

And if I have to learn that in school

If I have to learn that in school

Then I don't want to learn...

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And we'll never call on ourselves

And we'll never open our eyes

Until the "gun" word shows up on a list

Of back-to-school supplies

abrupt fade out line:

Character assassins mixed within our ranks...

PSYCHIATRY AT GUNPOINT

You will not let us fix it

You will not let me out

I try to break away

And like a baby you just pout

Therapy's a no go

It's an acid to your pride

I try to leave you gently

And you threaten suicide

I know it's controversial

And lacking peer review

It reeks of desperation

But what else am I to do?

chorus:

Psychiatry at gunpoint

Let me line up our first session

Psychiatry at gunpoint

With a licensed Smith & Wesson

Attendance, though essential,

Remains wholly confidential

Guaranteed

We don't share any interests

We move in separate spheres

Keep conflicting schedules

Incompatible careers

You know we have no future

But won't let me move on

I tell you but you won't accept

My love for you is gone

I know it's controversial

And lacking peer review

My professional credentials 

Hang there helpless against you 

(chorus)

You seem to willfully embrace 

This constant air of tension

As skillfully you bob and weave

Attempts at intervention

You won't accept my counsel

Shun all suggested treatment

What did you think would happen

Living years in disagreement?

(chorus)

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