(How is it done? Imagine that over the course of an extended lifetime, you started to look and sound like you had smallpox. Tom Wait’s Disease, or other skin or throat conditions, and you were able to put the image and audio into a virtual Photoshop app and make it all attractive (debatable) and acceptable (relatively speaking). This is what I have done.
LYRICS
It is no kind of accident; they kill the very young
It is no kind of accident; the evil that they do
There is a system in it, and... they’re coming after you
They corrupted all the governments and religions, too.
It was no mistake when they stole The Holy Land
And they used the holy books to justify the theft,
and now they kill the residents until no one is left
And they will do the same to you if you don’t watch your six
Son... watch your ass...
my daddy said to me
I probably should have listened.
The advice he gave was free,
but I thought I had the answers
I thought I knew the way
It pays to pay attention
I have nothing... more... to... say
They created usury and child sacrifice
They attack their neighbors and say that nits make lice.
They wear their little hats, and they wrap their little wrists,
they dance like they’re possessed. and still can’t dance worth shit
They are consumed in rage... with an anger old as time.
They tell you you’re inferior, and what is yours is mine.
They interfere with children, most especially with their own,
and they will eat your offspring as the interest on a loan
Son... watch your ass...
my daddy said to me
I probably should have listened.
The advice he gave was free,
but I thought I had the answers
I thought I knew the way
It pays to pay attention
I have nothing... more... to... say
They are a cursed people, a psychopathic tribe.
Pain is what they like to drink. It’s why you’re still alive.
They’ve got Rabid Schmuley, who looks like an STD
He’s pretending to be human, well... he isn’t fooling me.
I see what they get up to. There’s nothing they won’t do
If you’re already dying. There’s worse in store for you.
They’ll tell you it’s a bargain. Such a deal... it’s almost free
It’s cheaper than what’s stolen, and you don’t get no receipt.
Son... watch your ass...
my daddy said to me
I probably should have listened.
The advice he gave was free,
but I thought I had the answers
I thought I knew the way
It pays to pay attention
I have nothing... more... to... say
Sometimes they’re the banker, and sometimes they’re the shark
You can’t see what they’re doing, cause they do it in the dark
It’s an ill wind blowing no one, but they’ll charge you anyway
No matter how you look at it, Nobody walks away
I thought it was my problem that I didn’t like them much
Maybe I was bigoted... unprincipled... and such
But I got closer than I should and lost a pound of flesh
Mind the company you keep, or you won’t smell so fresh.
Son... watch your ass...
my daddy said to me
I probably should have listened.
The advice he gave was free,
but I thought I had the answers
I thought I knew the way
It pays to pay attention
I have nothing... more... to... say
You have to pay to play
I got nothing more to say.
Now I’m walking sideways,
I got nothing more to say.
Who turned out the lights?
I got nothing more to say.
I’ve got nothing more to say.
I got nothing more to say!
