Well it's no secret that country's in some trouble here.
The left is mad, the right's enraged, and the middle's disappeared.
The fat cats expect us to bail out them and all their friends,
And when they've spent our money they stick out their hands again.

It's times like this that each of us need to reach across the aisle.
Instead of burning incense we can try to share a smile.
Put aside our differences and remember what made us great.
All the people arm in arm and in one voice we'll say:

It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards.
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this any more.
It's nothing personal, we gave your way a try.
We're sorry, but you at the top all have to die.

I'm sorry Mister President, we need to have your head.
And senators and congressmen--we need all of you dead.
And all the CEOs of all the banks,
And TV pundits too, let's show our thanks.

It really pains us, we'll have to kill your wives and children too.
It's purely business, we just cannot have them avengin' you.
We'll start in the Hamptons, and Beverely Hills, and to Jonestown we go.
And we'll burn Connecticut to the ground so that there's nothing left but bones.

It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards.
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this any more.
Those peaceful protests just were not cutting it,
Martin Luther King and Ghandi both can go suck a dick.

We can come together, we can do this if we try.
Find our common enemy and united both our sides.
Lesbian and a NASCAR fan helping hold the lobbyists down.
While a priest and an abortion doctor curb stomp them into the ground.

We'll take the Secretary of the Treasury, and the Chairmen of the Fed.
And let all three hundred million citizens gangrape them 'till their dead.
And when every man, woman and child has finished running trade,
We'll rest for a couple hundred years before we'll have to do it again.

It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards.
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this any more.
Those peaceful protests just were not cutting it,
Martin Luther King and Ghandi both can go suck a dick.
Martin Luther King and Ghandi both can go suck a dick.


Lyrics submitted by Clockman89, edited by cec121088

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