We Interrupt This Program

Good evening Mr. and Miss America, We interrupt your lives for the following foolishness that's in your hearing! Your president has just ordered our young men to go to war. Mothers are in prayer but not so much fearing Of the unknown death that's over on the other side of the world. The money is getting thinner like blood shed But for only those who died that seems like it's in vain or something like that. In cold blood they are dead And the facts are just the facts Or something you're going to hear or they let you hear.... I am sorry in taking your precious valuable time On news, no such foolishness, you are hearing in your ears But it's hard too dangerous to say what's truth or a lie or if it can be define But some twisted definition not used by Webster in order to be clear And yet they say we are the "un-intelligent ones!" It's a shame that our young ladies are stripping for money Instead of doing something meaningful in their lives than that thing But rather do shameless acts for shameless dollars you see Making money the "easy" way out is not the way to do it my friend. And it's a crying shame that our your men won't pull these pants up Instead of letting them hang down for all the world to see Your dirty little under wears like dirty little secrets And dirty little lies And dirty little lives Until soon that dirty ol' bastard Is in the dirty gutter With some dirty needle in their duty arms Or some dirty rope Is round their dirty necks. So brother you MUST pull up PULL UP those pants Unbraid that nappy, nappy head And get a damn job Or go to school And stay off the streets! And now we return you To your interrupted life In this messed up world....