One More For The Road

How are we to be marked?

Like dogs we bark our bite at each other

Heads cracked wide open into morning glory

What’s the story this time Rory?

Would you believe it, same old, same old?

Shit creek again without the paddle

One more for the road, yes one more for the road

From snot through to sausage I’ve said it all before

One more for the road nonetheless

Let me crack an egg and scramble it for you

I’m the Ho Chi Minh trail right up to Rome’s door if necessary

To the letter, just in case you get uppity do daw do your best

Snarl your pots back up at me

I’m all ears waiting to hear your drip drip, drip drip, drop

Iraqi lottery, lose a leg, lose a head

Lose your dollars worth of oil a day for din dins

Sink or swim, isn’t that their smoldering reality

Collaboration being a hard ticket to bin when ones’ kids are starving

Shackled under Rumsfield’ pump

Star spangled spanners dumped into God’s garden

U.N. cockroaches spinning yarns about yearns that haven’t been met yet

Don’t make me laugh

All bets are off on their game

Choking up their snot daily on us

One more for the road bet you life on it, from snot through to sausage, a thousand times more if necessary

By any means necessary

By any means necessary

Young brothers strapping bombs to their chests out of necessity

Young sisters strapping bombs to their breasts out of necessity

It takes the best of me to listen, but I’ve listened

I’ve tick tocked with it on my time

Chimps with nuke toys

Doctors spinning tongue tied lies into tall tales

All of too far beyond the pail now to be laughing

Yeah laugh it up

9/11 hullabaloo what, like the chickens weren’t expected

I’m not condoning it I’m subjecting it to all factors

All factors factored in or forget about it

Left to blind faith

Right wing illusions of left wing debate, it’s just too small

Funny hour on the hour every hour reporting only half truths

That’s the truth of it

We’re the truth of it

We’re the proof of it

Screaming, suffering, starving, broken

Hell bent over each other choking for something better than this yoke, this joke

Tsunami America, I’m calling it

Land of freedom at a price

Pol Pots in back pockets just about everywhere

You have no idea

Martin Luther turning in his grave on every single calendar day

Monkey pentagon, the house that Sam built

The mouse that keeps the mice in line

Wall street fine print hawk muscle, you have no idea

From the dock your honor, balls rotten to this your honor

The paradigm is shifting anyway

One more for the road bet you life on it

A thousand times more if necessary