Identified as a trouble maker by the authorities since childhood, and resolved to live up to the description, Charles Carreon soon discovered that mischief is most effectively fomented through speech. Having mastered the art of flinging verbal pipe-bombs and molotov cocktails at an early age, he refined his skills by writing legal briefs and journalistic exposes, while developing a poetic style that meandered from the lyrical to the political. Journey with him into the dark caves of the human experience, illuminated by the torch of an outraged sense of injustice.
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.
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
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!
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.
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.
EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE LIKE PARIS HILTON, by Charles Carreon
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?
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
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!
In an hour of darkness In an hour of grief When we look to the news And find no relief
A clown in the White House Rules a vampire ball Where the blood flows freely Right through the halls
A front man is needed For the main freak show So out to the barracks They presently go
They find a pliable man With shoulders like stone Who says what he means And does what he’s told
And he’s got FOUR STARS That General Petraeus He’s got FOUR STARS That’s four more than you He’s got FOUR STARS That’s enough to betray us He’s got FOUR STARS So what you gonna do?
When the refugees are in millions And the prison’s filled with innocents When car bombs detonate routinely Still criticism’s unseemly
When a man with a multi-colored map Sits down and tells you where it’s at And answers every question In just the perfect way You gotta say
That’s why he’s got FOUR STARS Good ole General Petraeus He’s got FOUR STARS What’s that mean to you? He’s got FOUR STARS That’s enough to betray us He’s got FOUR STARS Just enough to pull us through
When history judges men It does so with a mighty pen A name may be forgotten Or forever engraved in stone
For villainy, for virtue For loyalty or treason, For General Petraeus They won’t have to find a reason
They’ll say he had FOUR STARS That he used to betray us FOUR STARS And a shell game on the news FOUR STARS Yeah that General Petraeus He has FOUR STARS That’s four more than you
From the Lair of the Defense Command Comes the order Destroy all men Destroy all creatures That walk on two Legs are verboten And tits are, too.
How it began we can't recall First we drove them Now they drive us all We're like cattle And they're the prod Lay down and worship The mechanical god
Do you remember when we used to play In the land called the USA? Little children and mothers too On the swings in the skies of blue Then there came that Terrible day When they burned the skies away
Now it's black from border to border You know the law It says we torture Stay inside Till the curfew's over We're rounding up some terrorists So where's your son? He's on the list
Wake up Wake up The bad dream's over Wake up, wake up, We crossed the border Wake up, wake up, We killed the monster Wake up little child And hug your father
Oh no you don't You little shit You thought you'd get Away with it We caught you now The fun is over Your little friends Your little games Your big ideas They're to blame.
In the movie The hero finds the great device Plants it behind the monster's eyes Pulls the pin And pays the price Then it's off to paradise
So this is it The brand new order No one is Free Where are your papers? This isn't you In this picture These prints are fake she's not your sister You're just another war resister
You should have stood When you had the chance Now you're a victim of circumstance They give the orders And you kneel down Last thing you feel Is the stony ground Just wish you could have said
Fuck you And your fucking order Your fucking guns And fucking borders Fuck you and your dollar bill Fuck you and your torture skills You'll have to kill me to shut me up Does anybody Wanna back me up?
When you look on this world Filled with sadness and grief You might think that death Is your only relief
But if you could just learn To lie through your teeth You wouldn't have to eat hamburger, You'd dine on prime beef Instead of smokin' shake, You'd be tokin' fine spleef
Cause God loves a hypocrite Sure as you're born And a lie's the best shelter From blame and scorn The truth's just plain trouble, But don't look so forlorn, Just start spewin' bullshit You'll find shelter from the storm
Some people are blessed With a flexible tongue That they occupy With spreading cowdung
Whether lobbyists, lawyers, Judges or thieves, They make a fine dollar From social disease They all stand around And share pats on the back So glad to be one Of such a fine bunch of chaps
Cause God loves a hypocrite Sure as you're born And a lie's the best shelter From blame and scorn The truth's just plain trouble, But don't look so forlorn, Just start spewin' bullshit You'll find shelter from the storm
Some think that lying Won't take you that far, But to get someplace these days You don't drive a car
You fire up a printing press And co-opt TV, Rig polls and elections Pay folks to deceive -- When the votes are all counted What a surprise! The one who wins Is the one who lies.
Cause God loves a hypocrite Sure as you're born And a lie's the best shelter From blame and scorn The truth's just plain trouble, But don't look so forlorn, Just start spewin' bullshit You'll find shelter from the storm
Heaven’s perfect, so why should eye care? They say that we’re all gonna end up there. White light and blue sky, up on Cloud 9, But down here there’s no time to be divine.
The earth is turning in the Milky Way, I reckon that it’s gonna stay that way, My momma bore me, my daddy taught me, The earth will rest me in its heart someday.
Yeah heaven’s perfect, so why should eye care? Don’t figure I could pay the rent up there. White light and blue sky, up on Cloud 9 My neighbor says that it’s a real good time.
The highway’s filled with rollin’ automobiles That whisk us through domesticated fields, We rarely stop to see what’s on the way, It always looks the same, anyway.
Yeah heaven’s perfect, and I might care, If it was somethin’ like the County Fair When some old blues band plays a funky tune The beer is cold and it’s the middle of June.
They put another WalMart out this way, They said it couldn’t wait another day, They gave ‘em tax breaks, they gave us jobs, Thank god that Michael Moore is such a slob.
Heaven’s perfect, as everyone knows, The place where all good people go, In glorious garments, that they’ve put on, Arrive like soldiers on the shores of dawn.
Yeah heaven’s perfect, but I’m just not there, A thousand promises won’t drag me there, Yeah I’ll just stay here see what I can do On my perfect Friday afternoon.
Heaven’s perfect, so why should eye care? They say that we’re all gonna end up there. White light and blue sky, up on Cloud 9, But down here there’s no time to be divine.
The earth is turning in the Milky Way, I reckon that it’s gonna stay that way, My momma bore me, my daddy taught me, The earth will rest me in its heart someday.