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Master Race Rock

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

Hippies are squares with long hair
And they don’t wear no underwear
Country Rock is on the way
I don’t wan’t music, I won’t pay (?)

Dictators can’t swing (?)
Make you dance and sing
Cause no oil spil (?)
You don’t know us, but you will!

We’re the members of the master race

Burn, Baby, Burn!!

Friday, July 9th, 2010

I crave the flesh of the sacred cow
charred and dripping fat

I love the sight of a baby lamb
Spinning on the rack

I say, Burn!!
Burn!!
Burn, Baby, Burn!!

My guitar player likes to knaw the bone
and suck the marrow out
He plays a Marshall stack twenty feet tall
and grills a porterhouse

I say, Burn!!