Love Gun

Baby’s Got a Brand New Gun
Who needs abortion
When there are guns
Take em' to school
Make the kiddies run

Our highest court, the
Food Court Supreme
Fights abortions
With AR-15's


Show Dad you care, and
Buy him a gun
This Fathers Day
Be his favorite son

Speaking of sons
Jesus wanted one
An AR-15, was
His favorite gun


His father, God
In a surprise
Said sorry son, you'll
Shoot our your eye

Don't be like
Pirate Goat Keeper
Dropped his gun
And blew out a peeper


Guns are good
And next to God
Abortions are not
Doesn't that seem odd?

More brown children
White Militias Mad
Ironic twist
In America-land


Chorus
Be a real man
Don't be a scared
With your Love Gun
Show that you care

Guns Don’t Kill – Window Blind Cords Do

Haters Hoedown

Its summer time
And you know what
Kick your neighbor
In the nuts

Pick your partners
Choose them well
Everyone else
Can go to hell

Haters Hoedown
White National Pride
Hunt down Congress
Make them hide

Extra points
For politicians if
You don't like
Their disposition

Dance around
The dee cee doh
Charlottesville was
The first to go

Who'll be next
What's your guess
Targets of
These Terrorists

Get the gallows
Hang em' high
Watch the bastards
Choke and die

We do it all
For the genius man
He'll give us riches
That's his plan

Chorus
It's a Haters Hoedown
Here's the low down
People we don't like
We'll mow down

Praise The Lard!

Praise The Lard and Pass The Ammo!
Praise the Lard
Pass the ammo
Russian Roulette
Is your gamble

Load that gun
Pull the trigger
Now you feel
So much bigger

Praise the Lard
Church and state
Christian Soldiers
Nationalist hate

Send your money
To the rich
There's nothing left
You stupid bitch

Take up sides
Against ourselves
Hate your brother
Everyone else

Work for evil
Men of greed
Men in power
The devils seed

Money changers
Profits (prophets) of doom
Take your money
Give you gloom

Its too late
You'll never learn
Smell the smoke
As America Burns

Today’s song came about after I wrote the bass line – I wanted it to be sort of punk-ish – and simple blues progression came out – which is somewhat related – since many garage bands first learn very simple blues progressions and repeat them ad nauseum.

I usually get my lyrics ideas from either “current events”, historical events or inventions, nature, or one of my many Assemblage pieces – and today’s is using an Assemblage as my guide. The vocals also begged to be sung as if I were a Televangelist. Hey – I will use this approach again – it infuses comedy in a way that really works well.

The vocals are influenced by listening to Primus do “Jerry Was a Race Car Driver” – which is hilarious – as most Primus songs are.