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released 01 November 2010

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Track Name: Adult Children
Adult Children

we live on styrofoam and plastic
and gasoline up to the gills
but when petroleum gets costly
we petition capitol hill

we join the union when we're eighteen
and sleep away half of the day
but with the Chinese exporting
we toss our hands up and complain

ichi-kichi-kichi-coo waa-waa
ichi-kichi-kichi-ca waa-waa
I wanna bottle and a diaper
don't wanna face up to the real world
boo-hoo

we're eating hamburgers and frosties
and jelly donuts, too
and if we get a little hefty
we're gonna lawyer up and sue

we get all sniffly and weepy
with post traumatic stress nerves
we call the therapist, pleading
to kiss the booboo where it hurts

ichi-kichi-kichi-coo waa-waa
ichi-kichi-kichi-ca waa-waa
I wanna pluggles and a lamby
singing the baby's blues boo-hoo

I'm going down, going down, going down, going down
into the repressed memories of my childhood
my daddy can't make me rake the leaves
I wanna play my nintendo!
I wanna juice box!
no no, daddy, no!

we are the latest generation
of happy indolent youth
we got a house, wife and children
but sucking binkies till we're blue

ichi-kichi-kichi-coo waa-waa
ichi-kichi-kichi-ca waa-waa
I wanna bottle and a blankie
don't wanna grow up like you

ichi-kichi-kichi-coo waa-waa
ichi-kichi-kichi-ca waa-waa
I wanna bottle and a diaper
don't wanna face up to the real world
Track Name: Speekie Engrish
Speekie Engrish

I went out to buy a tank of gasoline
Guy named mustafa, his service truly was obscene
Had bushy eyebrows and bushy beard and yet it seemed
That he could not speekie engrish

He came over the border back in '93
The Clinton Wshitehouse was offering him amnesty
But then the shoe dropped and immigration policy said:
"Go home Pakistani"

Will you speak english, please?

Andrazii? speekie speekie engrish?
Hey little man, how you gonna hear this?
You're showin' up on everybody's shit list
How come you don't speekie any engrish?

In the hallowed halls of the academy
They're keeping busy re-writing history
All those dead white men ain't what they used to be
Cause they all spoke perfect english

The university director of diversity
Could not appreciate his circumstance of irony
He was sending out illiterates with PhDs
And they only spoke ebonics

Spizzle englizzle? Speekie speekie Engrish?
Hey little man, how you gonna hear this?
You're showin' up on everybody's shit list
How come you don't speekie any engrish?

They're drilling oil, we're standing in it waist-deep
In foreign lands they're slaving in the hot heat
To bring us gap and hilfiger and nike
You bet they wished they spoke a little english

There was the Irish, the Germans, then the Cantonese
Later they flourished in business with uncommon ease
The only difference was that they learned their ABCs

An bhfuil Béarla agat?
Babbeln sie? sprechen sie englisch?
Nei sik msik gong ying man?
Maybe we'll just say it all in english

Hey ya, hey ya, speekie speekie engrish?
Hey little man, how you gonna hear this?
You're showin' up on everybody's shit list
How come you don't speekie any engrish?
Track Name: Henry Kissinger
Henry Kissinger

He was a goose-stepping son of a fräulein
Until he hooked up with the third reich
Then he switched sides and became a GI
The doughboy of intelligentsiae
Lobbing pineapples and diatribes on the state

He was the flowering of evil genius
The ends achieved would justify to deceive us
Picking fights with slanty-eyed GI Joes
Communistas set to be overthrown
Brass-balled real politico on the make

Henry Kissinger was the president's messenger
Throwing his weight down every avenue
Henry the riddler was a five star semaphore
Riding to war on his republican mule

When he reached the inner circle of secrets
He betrayed his masonic allegience
Sticking pins in hoover's voodoo dolls
All the chicks were terribly enthralled
With his super-sized mystical balls on display

Henry Kissinger was a tight rope walker
Threading the needle between lies and truth
Heinrich the riddler was a statecraft conjurer
Casting his spells all over me and you

He wasn't fearful at all
Necessarily brash
With an ego the size of a whale

Don't underestimate the sins of your leaders
Or you'll be singing songs of slavery later
Track Name: Little Hitlers
Little Hitlers

We're in the capitals and in your town
And all we wanna do is boss you around
We're making regulations for your lawn

No tacky pink flamingos anymore
We're keeping faith in our democracy
Our heads are empty but we're really free

We get our wars and our welfare, too
By joing gangs and voting with the crew
Sieg heil!

Little Hitlers
They don't want to worry
Have a lobotomy

Little Hitlers
Can I be one?
Tell me, Oh great leader of D.C.

Little Sheeple
Sick people
Goosestepping around the maypole tree

Little Hitlers
Anyone can join
If they eat the soilent green

Salute the emporer called uncle sam
No need for thinking, he's the man with the plan
Give up your money and your children, too
To pay for lies in the government school

Little Hitlers
They don't have no worries
They got lobotomies

Little Hitlers
Can I have one?
Treat him like a stupid pet monkey

little Himmlers
In brown shirts
On cue we sing hail to the chief

Little Hitlers
Big stoners
Take another toke

Four score and many years ago
Our fathers brought forth an empire
Conceived in socialism
To spread the germ of democracy throughout the globe
So that all may enjoy the blessings of a
Planned economy and righteous thought control

We're on a mission, though its plain to see
That life with government is total sleaze
We live for jealousy and Schadenfreude
Its been a pleasure to know ya

Little Hitlers
They don't want to worry
Have a lobotomy

Little Hitlers
Can I be one?
Tell me, Oh great leader of D.C.

Little lepers
Goosesteppers
Prancing all around the maypole tree

Little Fuhrers
Dictators
Stamping out all good a decent creeds
Track Name: Sumerian Proletarian
SUMERIAN PROLETARIAN

we are the gods
people are the gods

we are the people
we are the gods

never eat the yak
the yak is our brother
never eat your brother

never eat the yak
never beat the camel
the camel is our sister

never beat your sister
never beat the camel
we are the gods

people are the gods
we are the people
we are the gods
Track Name: Right Wing Fiend
RIGHT WING FIEND

I carry on so obnoxiously
prodigal son or a right wing fiend?
pontificate with a chip on my shoulder
argue with Dad over the liberal order

well, they say young conservatives have no hearts
I say old liberals have no heads
would you rather be a liberal without a head?
I can help you on that point with my foot-long machete

angry young man, angry young man, angry young man, angry young man

right wing fiend
right wing fiend
gotta come clean
I'm a right wing fiend

I rock this scene
with my fist pumping
can't stop saying it
right wing fiend

I awakened at age fifteen
to left wing plots and conspiracies
government taxes my paper route money
and gives it out to the homeless and junkies

well, they say that I'm too young to know who I am
I'm old enough for an NRA card
I'm packin' heat for the militia man war
soon I'll come knockin' and ask who you are

my head is itching with free market schemes
I'd give a hippie a case of the fleas
if you wanna live a communist life, be my guest
you'll be scrubbing my boots for the rest [of your life]

well, they say young conservatives have no hearts… (etc.)

conspiracy, conspiracy, conspiracy, conspiracy

right wing fiend
right wing fiend
hail to the chief
I'm a right wing fiend

the chicks all scream
when I do strip tease
hung like the devil
a right wing fiend
Track Name: Saint Martha
Saint Martha

Saint Martha was heavy in every way
Cook a souffle
Some calls and some puts would round out her day

Saint Martha was bitter as vinaigrette
Powerful, yet
Without a love she still felt bereft

Then one day the desert it bloomed to sunday
He would shoot her a glance at her

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Rich Martha was smoother than Bob Goulet
Why did she stray?
Turning pastry tricks for an equity play

Dead set on her head on a platter flambe'
The inquisitors blamed her for

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Brave Martha would suffer to be alone
Took up her throne
Her chows by her side

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