Lyric Context Universe
from alcatraz to lady liberty. body bags and dropping bombs
the pentagon knows how to turn us on. wargasm wargasm
one two three
from alcatraz to lady liberty. body bags and dropping bombs
the pentagon knows how to turn us on. wargasm wargasm
one two three
but somethin' else went slippin' by
meanwhile at the pentagon
the brass was a wonderin'
but somethin' else went slippin' by
meanwhile at the pentagon
the brass was a wonderin'
send that kid into the service
let him rise into the pentagon
at the pentagon he'll rise
send that kid into the service
let him rise into the pentagon
at the pentagon he'll rise
under the mushroom cloud
the pentagon
undress
under the mushroom cloud
the pentagon
undress
squad poppin'
like the pentagon
squad poppin'
squad poppin'
like the pentagon
squad poppin'
yeah i'd like to watch all thousand cable channels but there's nothing on
and my high speed connection's monitored daily by the pentagon
these things are seldom what they seem
yeah i'd like to watch all thousand cable channels but there's nothing on
and my high speed connection's monitored daily by the pentagon
these things are seldom what they seem
marching round the white house
marching round the pentagon
marching round the mighty missile plans
marching round the white house
marching round the pentagon
marching round the mighty missile plans
it's messed up when you're feeling everything is wrong
takeover the pentagon
it's fucked up in this paradigm
it's messed up when you're feeling everything is wrong
takeover the pentagon
it's fucked up in this paradigm
she was lying facedown
the dew turned to frost in her eyes. me and sister margaret on the pentagon lawn with our wrists in a plastic tie. while the rats by the tracks on these winter days seeking shelter from the cold
make a nest from the tracts of our various ways that they can save their immortal souls. no timothy hay. oh no. timothy hay?
she was lying facedown
the dew turned to frost in her eyes. me and sister margaret on the pentagon lawn with our wrists in a plastic tie. while the rats by the tracks on these winter days seeking shelter from the cold
make a nest from the tracts of our various ways that they can save their immortal souls. no timothy hay. oh no. timothy hay?