Lyrics

I just heard the latest news about these friends of mine
Who were beaten up by Nazis just for holding up a sign.
If this hatred doesn't kill us, it will put us in a grave,
And when we take our last breath there'll be nothing left to save.
We're all in V-fib,
All in V-fib,
We're all in V-fib and we need a doctor.
We fatten up on junk food 'cus we don't know how to eat.
Torture all the livestock for a bloody piece of meat.
We can't eat a vegetable unless it's fried in grease.
With our TV and our sofa, we'll all die of heart disease.
Chorus
We have a closet full of guns for every different use,
But we mainly kill each other and sometimes it makes the news.
A country full of weapons shows the world we're packing heat,
So who'll come to our rescue when we're dying in the street?
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