JUST A DIRTY RAT

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Ah, tender is a living thing
It hasn't got a chance
When the bullets start to fly
It hides in happenstance

Flesh and blood, skin and bone
Heaped upon the pyre
In cahoots, the men in suits
Will throw you on the fire

If you protest, if you invoke
The freedom of your thoughts
You'll stand accused of sordid acts
Of treason and of plots
Those little snots

(bridge)
Those little snots, they rule the world!
Those little snots, they fight like girls!
Those little snots, they torture cats!
Those little snots, those little snots
Those dirty rats!
Your president is just a dirty rat!

Stay at home, live your life
It's how we'll win the fight
Spend your money on something
Our economy burns bright

Get yourself a massive car
A gigantic SUV
Burn the gas into the stars
It's what keeps us all so free

Love your children, keep them close
Dress them up in polka dots
Someday we'll ship them off to war
And tie them up in knots
The little snots

(bridge)
Those little snots, they rule the world!
Those little snots, they fight like girls!
Those little snots, they torture cats!
Those little snots, those little snots
Those dirty rats!
Your president is just a dirty rat!

Inside the mind are artifacts
Inductions dangerous
The crafting of a strategy
That brings to death a kiss

Our leaders dance upon the floor
With Muertos, sin and sorrow
They glide about as music plays
As if there's no tomorrow

Dance with death, Mr. President
Hold on with all your might
Death is not a skeleton
It's what turns off all the lights
You little snot!

(bridge)
Those little snots, they rule the world!
Those little snots, they fight like girls!
Those little snots, they torture cats!
Those little snots, those little snots
Those dirty rats!
Your president is just a dirty rat!

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(the image of the boy and his dog is from a picture of my late grandfather, circa 1898--he fought in WWI)

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Comments

Beautiful Newfoundland.

I just love old pictures, even if they're of people I've never met.

Somewhere, I have a wedding picture of the old lady who lived in my (former) house for 70 years... Her lovely offspring threw away all of her photo albums when she died in a home.

Some people... no couth.