American Fight Songs, by Charles Carreon

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Re: American Fight Songs, by Charles Carreon

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BUY AMERICAN, by Charles Carreon



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One more Monday morning in the USA
Twenty thousand people lost their jobs today
We’re payin’ mercenaries
To fight some stupid war
If it isn’t over oil,
Then what the hell’s it for?

There’s a scary sound,
There’s a gathering danger
People talkin’ loud
Voices raised in anger

And if ya turn on the radio,
Whatta they say?
They’re givin’ billionaire bankers bonus pay,
They say ya can’t say no,
It’s the American way,

So BUY AMERICAN
DIE AMERICAN
BUY AMERICAN,
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!

One more Monday night in Afghanistan,
Kids try to do their homework without hands
There’s an enemy around here somewhere,
We gotta draw a line in the sand,
I wonder why they hate us?
We’ve killed all that we can.

There’s a scary sound,
There’s a gathering danger
People talkin’ loud
Voices raised in anger

And if ya turn on the Fox news
What’s Hannity say?
Ta win hearts and minds,
Ya gotta blow ‘em away,
As long as ratings go up,
It’s a perfect war,
So hand me that flag,
I’ll show what it’s for,

Go BUY AMERICAN
DIE AMERICAN
BUY AMERICAN,
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!

Military preparations never cease
Congress meets the generals on bended knee
They offer them our nation
With heartfelt gratitude,
But they couldn’t protect the Pentagon
From a fuckin’ missile, Dude!

The masses getting rude
Our schools are total failures
Our people have no pride
We live in tents and trailers

And in the grocery line
The magazines say
You can lose ten pounds in fifteen ways
Bin Laden seen with Elvis in Paris France
Brad’s kicked out,
Angelina wears the pants,

So BUY AMERICAN
DIE AMERICAN
BUY AMERICAN,
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!
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CAN'T CHANGE THE CHANNEL, by Charles Carreon



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Well ya wake up in the mornin’
And ya got nothin’ to do
There ain’t no job to go to
And there’s nothin’ on the tube

But you can’t change the channel
No matter how you try
Even though ya’ got a hundred
They all repeat the Lie

Ya’ got your blonde wearin’ blue
And a guy talkin’ red
Ya’ got your weather and your sports
The rich and the dead

Ya’ got your stocks goin’ up
And your bonds goin’ down
Ya’ got your stars and the drugs
And your hip-hop clowns

And behind the screen ya’ know
It’s like the Truman Show
Some guy callin’ the shots
But you will never know

Is this war for real?
Are those people really dead?
Do cops really do that?
Let’s TIVO that again…

Well you can’t change the channel
And you can’t get a job
But you can vote with your remote
Part of the digital mob

Now politics is worthless,
It’s all part of the game
If you haven’t got a dollar
Nobody knows your name

Now Coke, Sprite and Pepsi
Are things I understand
They serve Kentucky Chicken
In the promised land

You don’t want to change the channel
After all what would you do?
Without your guy talkin’ red
And your chick wearin’ blue

You’d be a rat without a maze
A cop without a gun
A politician with no bribe
And that would be no fun

Thank God we can’t change the channel
No matter what we do
‘Cause one’s the perfect number
So who would count to two?

Ya’ got your stocks goin’ up
And your bonds goin’ down
Ya’ got your stars and the drugs
And your hip-hop clowns

And behind the screen ya’ know
It’s like the Truman Show
Some guy callin’ the shots
But you will never know.
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Re: American Fight Songs, by Charles Carreon

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CONDOLEEZZA, by Charles Carreon



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Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady
Condoleezza's in the West Wing brightening the daybreak
Living with a lust for power, running through the grass for hours
Rolling in your Hum-vee like an army-child

And when it rains oil dollars down
Washington's a cattle town
And she's far away somewhere with Colin Powell out-of-town
And she screens my corporate schemes
Protects me from those wild dreams when we swelled
Like Corporations fit to burst upon each other

I can see you by the window, planning first strikes in the evening
The fruit juice flowing slowly, slowly, slowly
Down the bronze of your bombshells
Stokin ' up my lust for power, bombing old Baghdad, oh for hours,
Flyin' your Apache like an army-child

Oh if only we could nestle in that hangout back in Saudi
My arms around your shoulders, the Bin Ladens laughin' and jokin'
While the smart bombs and the children are playing in the valley
Oh I miss you Condoleezza like a banker miss his money

Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady
Condoleezza's sowing minefields and clearin' out the terror
Living like a lusty flower, bombin' ole Saddam, oh for hours,
Rolling through old Baghdad like an army-child
Rolling in my Hum-vee with my puppy-child.
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DAZBIDANYA AMERIKANSKI, by Charles Carreon



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Dazbidanya, Amerikanski
Adios, Americano
Au revoir, Americain
Sayonara, GI Joe

Our influence is waning
All around the globe.
We're lead by blood-drenched killers
In sanctimonious robes,
Claiming freedom from all laws
Of decency and justice
Like homicidal maniacs
With doomsday as their plan.

So Dazbidanya, Amerikanski
Adios, Americano
Au revoir, Americain
Sayonara, GI Joe

The dollar is a millstone
About the world's neck
And the atoms we've been splitting
Have got loose from their nets.
We sell administration
Of the wealth our fathers stole,
And we'd melt down our grandma
To increase our stock of gold.

So Dazbidanya, Amerikanski
Adios, Americano
Au revoir, Americain
Sayonara, GI Joe

Each one of us consumes ten times
Our share of the world's wealth
And now we have designs in play
To get the rest by stealth.
You can claim you're not part of it,
That you are not to blame,
But while you keep your silence
Soldiers murder in our names.

So
Dazbidanya, Amerikanski
Sayonara, GI Joe,
You're no longer the world's policeman,
Take your guns, and go on home.

Why do they hate us?
They like to ask.
Why did they hate the Ku Klux Klan?
Why did they hate the fascist soldiers
Who drove the murder vans?
Why did they hate cold hearted bastards
Who murdered children with their own hands?

So
Dazbidanya, Amerikanski
Sayonara, GI Joe,
You're no longer the world's whoremaster,
Take your guns, and go on home.
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Re: American Fight Songs, by Charles Carreon

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DOIN' GOD'S WORK, by Charles Carreon



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It’s a 24-hour trading day
Stack it up high
And haul it all away
I got a money machine
And it works just fine
It grabs everybody’s money
And turns it into mine.

Cause we’re doing God’s work
We're doin’ God’s work
We're doin’ God’s work
That’s what the Goldman said

Now Congress is my boy
I keep him by my side
They listen when I talk
And when I yell, they hide
I said I’m feelin’ woozy
They said, “What can we do?”
“Gimme $700 Billion and
I think we'll pull through”

Cause we’re doing God’s work
Doin’ God’s work
Doin’ God’s work
That’s what the Goldman said

Some people say that money’s like a clock
Runs slow when you work
And fast when you shop
Then I’m the watchmaker
And they run like I say
I’ll turn Sunday into Monday
And midnite into day

Cause we’re doing God’s work
We're doin’ God’s work
We're doin’ God’s work
That’s what the Goldman said

When I lay odds it’s not really a bet
Tails is what you lose
And heads is what I get
But ya can’t write words
Without the alphabet
And if you’re runnin’ short of money
I can give you debt

Because we’re doing God’s work
Doin’ God’s work
Doin’ God’s work
That’s what the Goldman said


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DON'T KILL NOBODY, by Charles Carreon



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Click here to play "Don't Kill Nobody," sung by Charles Carreon

Might it be possibly
Worth a try to govern
Ourselves peaceably, following
At least the 6th
Commandment my friends?
Just resolve not to kill anybody
Plan ahead so when someone
Says to kill someone else
You ask why they don’t do the
Same to themselves and rid
The earth of their wasted girth.
Just resolve you won’t
Kill nobody’s brother, sister,
Father or mother, write it down
Just like I did, teach it
To your little kid,
Don’t kill nobody!
Don’t make it complicated
It’s totally underrated
Peace is an option if you
Have a plan. You can trust
The next guy as far as he
Trusts you, and it’s always
Great when no one pulls a gun.
Violence is bullshit, so chicks
Don’t fuck a guy who
Thinks it’s cool to kill
Somebody’s kid. Why reproduce
That killer seed? Find a
Nice guy and do the deed,
It’s nice to know he
Didn’t kill nobody!
Don’t kill nobody!
Don’t kill nobody!
You never know
When someone might kill you!
You wouldn’t have too
Much to say, having just
Been blown away,
But if you could I bet
You’d say,
Don’t kill nobody!
Don’t kill nobody!
Don’t kill nobody!
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DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN, by Charles Carreon



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In a world full of woe and trouble
There’s just no place to stand.
We worship at the House of Mammon
All over this Promised Land

We walk our dogs and wash our cars
Sip latte from a cup
Read about the people our bombs are killin’
We just can’t give it up.

There’s gotta be a way
To a better day
But I just ain’t found it yet
Put a message in a bottle but it ain’t come back, so
Don’t let it get you down, no
Don’t let it get you down.

Yeah in the world that our fathers wounded
We’re standin’ with empty hands
We took all the good times for ourselves
And made other people’s plans

We sooted up the skies with our lies
Plugged the rivers with our wasted dreams
Killed women, children, men like flies,
Cause they stood in the way of our schemes

Yeah they’re flying the flag of the USA
All over this bloody ground
But cheap gasoline is on the way
So don’t let it get you down, boy
Don’t let it get you down.

Yeah everybody’s got a piece of the plot
You can cash it on demand
Our money’s plastic, that’s fantastic,
Spend all that you can!

While huddled masses yearn to breathe
We tighten up the coil
Extract the wealth, abuse their health
Some blood must flow with oil

Yeah they’re cursing the name
Of the USA all over this tortured earth
But it’s still a place of sacred birth,
So don’t let it get you down, no,
Don’t let it get you down.

So saddle up now, time to roll
Into the desert sands
That Wolfowitz sure had some balls,
And Rumsfeld is the man,

The Chief’s the best that could be found
Amid piles of skull and bones
And Condi’s here, so please wait, dear
While Karl gets the phones

If these clowns aren’t yours
Then whose are they, and who
Said they could stay?
Votes don’t mean nothin’, but a gun’s still somethin’
So don’t let it get you down, no
Don’t let it get you down.
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DON'T MESS WITH MY MOM, by Charles Carreon



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(Dedicated to Matthew Inman of the Oatmeal)

I'm the pterodactyl killa'
From the City of Tucson
Ya' mess with me baby,
Come and get it on.
There's never been a fight that I backed away from,
So next time remember,
Don't mess with my Mom.

You make fun of my name,
The noble Carreon,
We came here with Cortez,
And our legacy lives on.
The battles that we fight
Are the ones that must be fought.
When the smoke clears, Matt,
Your army will be gone.
Next time remember,
Don't mess with my Mom.

Your allies are the fools
Who cut and paste all day.
They think they're important,
But their anger is impotent.
They say nasty things,
But they don't get paid.
Their ignorance is deep,
So ya' get 'em on the cheap.

Your humor's scatological,
Your mind is pathological.
Did someone drop you on your head,
When you were in your baby-bed?
Did they take away your rattle,
And teach you how to tattle?

Whatever the reason,
You have committed treason
Against decency and sanity,
You're offensive to humanity.

But never fear --
I'm here to liberate you.
There's no chinks in my armor,
So I don't have to hate you.
I raise up the sword
That vanquishes disorder
I place you without passion
In the matter transporter.

You see, winged reptiles
aren't needed here.
What we need is thoughtful people
Who are decent and sincere.

So get behind me, Satan!
You're just a bit of roadkill,
Like the thief of Sex.Com,
Just another fool,
Who thought he was the bomb.
Next time, Mr. Inman,
Don't talk about my Mom.
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EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE LIKE PARIS HILTON, by Charles Carreon



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Who's useless?
And clueless?
An accidental nudist
With a smile perfect for TV?

Who's famous?
Who's gorgeous?
An ego that's enormous
Whose shoes are trimmed with purple mink?

Everybody wants to look like Paris Hilton
So it could be anybody,
Just like you are nobody,
'Cause today is just another day,
and Hey! They're towing your car away
Yeah, they're towing your car away.

On TV, we see them,
Dressed up in crazy clothing
Then we all wanna do the same

We're boring,
we're stupid,
And no one wants to see us--
I hate my stupid name

If only we could all be like Paris Hilton,
Free to charge it and take it away
If only I could be like Paris Hilton
I'd fly to Hollywood and there
I'd permanently stay.
But everybody wants to be like Paris Hilton
Where it's always recess and time to play
Because when your name is Paris Hilton
Every day is a beautiful day.

Who's useless?
And clueless?
An accidental nudist
With a smile perfect for TV?



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EVOLUTION, by Charles Carreon



You don’t believe in evolution
You think it messes with your soul
You want a spiritual solution
That gives the President control
And as for stuff like Revolution
Better keep that shit down in the hole

Yeah, old Jehovah drives a Caddy
He keeps the Devil in the trunk
They drive all over hell and Vegas
Playing shows and getting drunk
They do some massive entertaining
No time for scientific junk.

The Holy Spirit’s like Big Pharma
Creating custom DNA
So an immaculate conception
Was nothing more than child’s play
As for the vaunted resurrection
That was a clone we packed away

Now science fiction makes it easy
Mix truth and fantasy and luck
Combining television shaker
With ice and soda shake it up.
Serve to an ignorant population
They’ll drink it down and then shut up.

You don’t believe in evolution
You think it messes with your soul
You want a spiritual solution
That gives the President control
And as for stuff like Revolution
Better keep that shit down in the hole
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Re: American Fight Songs, by Charles Carreon

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EXPLODE ON THE BORDER, by Charles Carreon



I’m the man in the taco stand
With the detonator in my hand
Please don’t come one step closer
Unless you want more cilantro

Explode on the border
In a tarpaper shack
Explode on the border
Cause they’re never gonna take me back

I got a dark nefarious plan
To make this place like Afghanistan
Make everyone speak Spanish
They’ll all be beaners when I’m finished

Explode on the border
It’s a culture war
Explode on the border
I’ll show you what this burrito’s for

You gotta hate the people you exploit
Demonize them, make the crawl
Never show a speck of thanks
Now you wanna roll out the tanks

So we’ll explode on the border
Won’t that be fun
Explode on the border
Golf carts burning in the sun

They ask me for my papers
I got the detonator in my hand
They’ll never take me alive
‘Cause I’m the suicide taco man

Explode on the border
Gimme my desert back
Explode on the border
And enjoy your a heart attack
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EYE FOR EYE, by Charles Carreon



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The sun comes up on another day
People in a land they call holy
Droppin' bombs and burnin' families
Looks like it's just another stage
In our planetary nightmare

It's the human condition
It's the human condition
Tooth for tooth
Eye for eye
That's why the whole world
Has gone blind
We waste the fruit
And eat the rind
Makin' hell on earth
In search of Paradise
It's the human condition
It's the human condition

Long ago in a desert land
A tribe of herders got a bit too wise
They said, we’ll claim we are a special people
And all the men will get circumcised

We’ll make a deal with God Almighty
Claim he gave us lands of milk and honey,
We’ll write a book of fantasy
And claim impressive ancestry.

And each successive generation
Bought a slice of their deception
Claiming God was on their side.

From Constantine to Martin Luther
Witchhunts to the Inquisition
Good had nowhere left to hide.

It's the human condition
It's the human condition
Tooth for tooth
Eye for eye
That's why the whole world
Has gone blind
We waste the fruit
And eat the rind
Makin' hell on earth
In search of Paradise
'Cause it's the human condition
It's the human condition

Long ago, but they wrote it down
He was born in a little town
Visited by three wise men
I wonder if they knew how it would end.

The chosen people said he wasn’t theirs
The Roman ruler washed his hands of it
They hung him up where people could see
What happens to a revolutionary.

Skip ahead a thousand years
His sacrifice provided cause,
For murder, theft and roguery.

Religious teachers spread confusion
Creating madness and delusion
For they know not of the thing they speak

They promise us eternal life
Deliver us to endless strife
And advocate a strong defence.

The years advance
But we regress
Humanity cannot progress
Until we get up off our knees.

It's the human condition
It's the human condition
Tooth for tooth
Eye for eye
That's why the whole world
Has gone blind
We waste the fruit
And eat the rind
Makin' hell on earth
In search of Paradise
'Cause it's the human condition
It's the human condition

So stop your worshiping of other gods
And bow your heads to each other
Take the gold from the priestly class
Give it to our children and mothers

Stop contributing to our destruction
Let’s save the world for our children
Say no to the priest’s seduction
And put the Pope on welfare

Let’s try to build a human future
Get rid of the mental cancer --
Life could have a fighting chance

A warning at the vital hour
Could save us from the worst disaster
Change the course of history

Let’s change the human condition
Let’s change the human condition
No more tooth for tooth
No more eye for eye
No more killing
In the land of the blind
We’ll eat the fruit and
Compost the rind
Make Heaven on earth
To hell with
Paradise
Let’s change the human condition
Let’s change the human condition
Let’s change the human condition
Now!
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