Middle Finger Response Lyrics

Middle Finger Response lyrics

Bowl of cherries in Waskasio Creek. A sylvan way of life for those who
seek
none beyond a parkland mall. This land scape oasis now feigns city
hall. And
they call this peace. That's not how it seems to me. Sugar-coated
disease.
Buckle at the knees. Your members of Parliament lining their
garments with
hides of the masses (THEIR heads stuck up their asses.) Bald
little soldiers
Flags sewn to their shoulders. This insight spawns
despair.
  Why am I not part of this? Pine cone wealth and cedar-fence
bliss? All your
novel themes that keep you amused on your way to the
Canadian,
flag-waving-aryan,
cunt/cock/ass/mother/father/finger/butt/blood/booger
                  
sucking/fucking/shitting/farting/picking/flicking/dicking
                  
dream!!! Oh yeah!
Nobody cares about the state of affairs. You can turn blue
in the face, but
you cannot erase. Oblivious to the obvious. I'm making
perfect sense but I'm
not getting through. Progress overdue.
But!!!
...don't expect to find me with a note keft to be read. Pistol in my
hand and
a bullet in my head. Because the census indicates and this atlas
has related
3 billion hymns I haven't irritated. I've got alot of work to
do. 3 billion
people. That's 3 billion snotty FUCK YOU's.