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 but he's pushing bird 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
balls, scabs, and rehab
sick in the blood face down in the mud
all hype and gripe and stars and stripes
ain't my flag today
i wanna belong, i wanna be proud
but your gay bashing voices are so fuckin loud
my choices shrinkin like bacon in the pan
spatter of hot grease spitting like mad geese
bombers and baghdad!
i am a college grad
but my life is a want ad
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 go and saying something stupid like

hold on...

one egg fits two eggs three makes it four legs
why is it opposite?
anyone's sweater makes it feel better wrapped up so tight in it
one day is two days three makes it always
when is it going to fit?
everyone's laughter caught by the matter
winging their web so glib

everybody knows what the fuck goes...

four days fit five days six ways to sunday
what if the world is shit?
one ear splits two hairs three itching war dicks
where is the love in it?
watching the rafters he's running after noise from the chicken's tit
four days fit five days six ways to sunday
what if the world is shit?

everybody knows what the fuck goes...


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