Backstabbers Inc Voorhees Krueger Myers And Bush Lyrics

Voorhees Krueger Myers And Bush Lyrics

This one's a ghost tale, so you can turn and tell him of your fight to death.
And he'll grin, and he'll nod, and he'll say he understands. This fortunate
son. You fortunate son. We should all be as lucky as to be patted on the ass
every time we lie, cheat and steal from the pee-ons. Your silver spoon must
have given you the idea of playing father figure / fucking Santa Clause.
Because I remember the time you gave me and the rest of your nation's children
hush money in the amount of three hundred bucks. We were supposed to call it
even, shrug our shoulders and give up on anything better. I'm sure you want me
to think of this everytime I see your spoiled, ugly face plastered on every
propaganda machine you can bribe, and I do. I think of it every time I hear
"another thousand dead". Another day like the rest. "Signing
off,goodnight an god bless". "Another thousand dead, a thousand laid
to rest". This bastard signed us off with goodnight and god bless. You
fucking fortunate son. Is this what you wanted? There aren't enough holesin the
ground to bury the lives that you've wrecked