Letter For Trevor y Milo - Amiicus

Yeah it was ten years in the making but they finally got to tour I bought all their albums, I got their sticker on my door I didn't know this girl from Adams, She was with some guy named Stan She drank bud ice from a can and got her rocks off with the band And she would sing to me She's all over me This girl is scarin' me Oh, yeah When they call her silly girl they were right on Dirty sheets and sour grapes, she kept on dancing on and on Just like so many girls, she just wants to go home with the band Maybe if she makes us practice, one of us will hold her hand Graduated art school and she read of clockwork orange She asked me if I had any drugs and she laughed when I said, "No" She hit up "P" for a CD, and he thaught that he might score Next thing you know her minds on Hubert, he was passed out on the floor And she would sing to me She's all over me This girl is scarin' me Oh, yeah When they call her silly girl they were right on Dirty sheets and sour grapes, she kept on dancing on and on Just like so many girls, she just wants to go home with the band Maybe if she makes us practice, one of us will hold her hand When they call her silly girl they were right on Dirty sheets and sour grapes, she kept on dancing on and on Just like so many girls, she just wants to go home with the band Maybe if she makes us practice, one of us will hold her hand

Well it's no secret that country's in some trouble here The left is mad, the right's enraged, and the middle's disappeared The fat cats expect us to bail out them and all their friends And when they've spent our money they stick out their hands again It's times like this that each of us need to reach across the aisle Instead of burning incense we can try to share a smile Put aside our differences and remember what made us great All the people arm in arm and in one voice we'll say: It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this any more It's nothing personal, we gave your way a try We're sorry, but you and the dog all have to die I'm sorry Mister President, we need to have your head And senators and congressmen--we need all of you dead And all the CEOs of all the banks And TV pundits too, let's show our thanks It really pains us, we'll have to kill your wives and children too It's purely business, we just cannot have them avengin' you We'll start in the Hamptons, and Beverely Hills, and to Georgetown we go And we'll burn Connecticut to the ground so that there's nothing left but bones It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this any more Those peaceful protests just were not cutting it Martin Luther King and Ghandi both can go suck a dick We can come together, we can do this if we try Find our common enemy and united both our sides A lesbian and a NASCAR fan help to hold a lobbyist down While a priest and an abortion doctor stomp him into the ground We'll take the Secretary of the Treasury, and the Chairmen of the Fed And let all three hundred million citizens gangrape them 'till their dead And when every man, woman and child has finished running trade We'll rest for a couple hundred years before we'll have to do it again It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this any more Those peaceful protests just were not cutting it Martin Luther King and Ghandi both can go suck a dick Martin Luther King and Ghandi both can go suck a dick