Killaya
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LIGHT-HAT-LOVE!
Joined: 11/27/07
Location: At The Heart of it All
Posts: 1,851
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You're killing me with bacon, America!
Killing me with smog and taxes, like axes in my neck
Like hogs to the slaughter,
What do I tell my daughters?
Daddy's all heart when he's pushing a cart way downtown
Where the skin is brown and eyes are the size of the deficit?
You're killing me with bacon America,
Just like the Indians with tobacco and flour and fire water!
All scabs and rehab, sick in the blood face down in the mud
All hype and gripes the stars and stripes ain't my flag today.
I wanna belong, I wanna be proud
But your gay bashing voices are so fucking loud
My choices shrinking like bacon in the pan
The spatter of hot grease, spitting like mad geese
Bombers in Baghdad, I am a college grad but my life is a want-add.
You're killing me with bacon, America!
How shall I pray, the old fashion way?
Down on my knees to the God of the weak?
Or dig deep in my squeeze,
Wearing a red rubber nose, clown clothes,
Laughing as we come and saying something stupid like, I don't know.
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