Bomb The Music Industry! – This Is A Singalong Lyrics

And boy, we’re not gonna let them. The boy who’s crying ‘Haditha’,
Vietnam’s not a reference. Stop to think of the terror
Everyone’s gonna mess with a whiny bitch of a nation. We want none of your bullshit. wants no part of it. Only one thing to call it, feeding time for the pulpit. We want none of your bullshit. Don’t focus on the photos. Please focus on gay marriage." If it’s a campaign advertisement will you please stop telling us it’s news? Christian values for miles, God will place us above them. Turn in your laptop unless you are ready to report the news in a way we see fit
And turn in your Dictaphone
All your photos won’t be shown
You’re just fanning the flames of decent and the U.S. If we can’t disagree then what do we fight for. Stop to think of the terror
Everyone’s gonna mess with a whiny bitch of a nation. The boy who’s crying ‘Haditha’,
Vietnam’s not a reference. "Son, we want none of your bullshit. If we can’t dissent, then why do we have war? We want none of your bullshit."
Well, everyone knows that numbers have no liberal bias
You stupid shit of a nation. We must distract or they’ll react
in a way that will be detrimental to our policy of coverups, BOY. We got better things to do than read other countries’ papers
because you silence our reporters while you’re killing just to keep our rights
supposedly. We want none of your bullshit. We found no bombs so can we move on
from the spying snide America where we are no safer now than we were
before, BOY. "Guantanamo Bay, son.