My not so direct, anti 60's, anti war anthem. Sorta poetic, stab at the men and women who snubbed and looked down upon those who went to fight in VietNam (or any war) - So, a possible future scenario might bring the battle home, if our warriors fail. Would the peacenik elite defend, or fall apart ?
lyrics
A little off the wall, just once in a while
A tad off center, might be my style
The ricochete zing, might drive you wild
Swallow the bait, with a main stream smile
It all awaits you, these dire straits
Your waking hours in, sleepless states
You are the dude, completley rude
Come un-glued, with that, attitude
Cover your butts, and smoke your joints
Go try to feel, lifes, finer points
You won't subscribe, so what's to say
You lost the light, darken the day
So, gun the gunboats, and hoist your sails
Drag your butts, and, move your tails
This ain't no party, till the "fat one" sings
You'll feel no pleasure till, it really stings
Jump on the bus, with your, chump change
Asshole to elbow, ain't, all that strange
Pop your tarts, and, blow your horns
Drive on, drive on, through out this storm
When life's a drag, pick up the slack
Life's a groove, it's a, railroad track
Make you scream, feel the noise
Squeeze the pain, and, kiss the joys
So, gun the gunboats, hoist your sails
Drag your butts, move your tails
This ain't no party, till the "fat one" sings
You'll feel no pleasure till, it really stings
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So, gun the gunboats, and hoist your sails
Drag your butts, and, move your tails
This ain't no party, till the "fat one" sings
You'll feel no comfort till, freedom rings... hear them ring
