TWELVE LITTLE HOURS*

Twelve is Satan's number
Found in astrology
For to point to pagans
And pagan idolatry
You know they were all dancing
With scouts and weebelos
Evil pagan dancing
Having taken off their clothes

Twelve little hours
To do their devil dance
To conjure lunar babies
And sniff Ron Hubbard's pants
Leo Strauss was Ouijied
Nixon live from the River Styxx
Twelve little hours
Twelve hundred doggie dicks

(sing out!)
Attention all you Born Agains
Attention all you Saints
You're dancing around May Poles
Bearing the mark of Cain
You threw your lot with Bush and Friends
But their masks are falling off
You thought that they loved Jesus
Guess what: they love Him not

Deep inside the White House
The candles burning bright
Holding hands and praying
Stay away from the white light
Twelve precious hours
For Satan to have fun
Destroying all the evidence
Of the damage they have done

They have taken our soldiers
And spilled their blood and lives
They dance around the altar
And bleed the sacrifice
Listen up dear mothers
Listen up dear dad
You thought that Bush would save us all
Boy, have you been had

(sing out!)
Attention all you Born Agains
Attention all you Saints
You're dancing around May Poles
Bearing the mark of Cain
You threw your lot with Bush and Friends
But their masks are falling off
You thought that they loved Jesus
Guess what: they love Him not

How do the followers of Jesus
Their loving skills to hone
Cast their eyes to look about
Then cast a wicked stone
Who will take them by the hand
And show the awful truth?
Bush might invoke Abe Lincoln
He's more like John Wilkes Boothe

Twelve are the hours
Numbered on my clock
They represent half the day
A dozen's all you got
If you're in the White House
Enough time to clean it up
Twelve hours to wipe the blood
From all the loving cups

(sing out!)
Attention all you Born Agains
Attention all you Saints
You're dancing around May Poles
Bearing the mark of Cain
You threw your lot with Bush and Friends
But their masks are falling off
You thought that they loved Jesus
Guess what: they love Him not

Twelve is Satan's number
Found in astrology
For to point to pagans
And pagan idolatry
You know they were all dancing
With scouts and weebelos
Evil pagan dancing
Having taken off their clothes

Twelve little hours
To do their devil dance
To conjure lunar babies
And sniff Ron Hubbard's pants
Leo Strauss was Ouijied
Nixon live from the River Styxx
Twelve little hours
Twelve hundred doggie dicks

(sing out!)
Attention all you Born Agains
Attention all you Saints
You're dancing around May Poles
Bearing the mark of Cain
You threw your lot with Bush and Friends
But their masks are falling off
You thought that they loved Jesus
Guess what: they love him not

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*This song was inspired by General JC Christian's post on Monday, July 25th, 2005 (titled "Twelve hours at the White House"--sorry, haven't learned the target thingie yet). These lyrics were originally posted there.

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