My Ballot Ballad

My voting advice that I got from my Mama: The anti-Christ's hiding beneath B. Obama My mind tells me Mr. War Hero McCain's got too many houses to feel Mama's pain MTV gives instructions to vote or to die Should I eat evil fruit or stale turkey pot pie? Should I vote for the Devil and end up in Hell? Elect John McCain and end up there as well? Cause that's what America is when you're broke and the plan for relief's not a plan, its a joke With time running out I must make a decision or get myself killed by Music Television Oh Fuck You, pop culture, I'll just change the station And let CSPAN give me some news from the nation: Bush giving a speech offering reassurance Well we don't want your words, What we need is insurance So much worry 'bout morals, Gay marriage: Opposed! Turn a blind eye to evil: corrupt CEOs You can say that abortions a murder, a crime, Dropping bombs on a village? That's perfectly fine In fact, we're quite proud to send kids to kill kids, And when one of them dies, it's not something we did What it calls for is shipping more out into harm, And if lucky, they'll come back with both of their arms Cause if we stop this now with no victory song, We might even have to admit we were Wrong! They're down right barbaric, the gangs in the ghetto Yeah, guess what, you lemmings, you sons of Gepetto They're just like the army, but they don't get paid When they kill they're neighbors they get no parade Oh please save my baby! He needs your protection! This gay marriage thing is a dangerous infection It will turn the kids gay, and they'll all go to Hates Which is why we can't have them adopting the babies Those orphans are better off living alone than with two loving people inside a warm home And please save my child from facts and from knowledge! Don't teach them safe sex...and then send them to college When they come back pregnant and crawling with crabs blame Satan and sexy deodorant ads Isn't Sarah so proud of her ignorant daughter You know, contraceptives are gamete slaughter You say you're like me, you're a soccer mom too Bitch, we can't afford soccer, not even the shoes Capri-suns at half-time? Hell no! They'll drink glue Is change what we need? Well Fuck Yeah! Can you spare some? Hey maybe the ritchie-rich Walton's can share some With teachers and waitresses down on their luck, I'm feeling like Palin might not give a puck Mc I'll cut your taxes Mc Johnny McCain Do you ride to work in the Metro bus lane? Well Jesus, forgive me for using my head And please save my soul when I'm berried and dead If I elect blindly the Devil for pres. Because I'm not mindful of what the book says Forgive me and know my intentions were good And know that I thought for myself like I should See I think that evil's neglecting the poor And judging the different for how they were born And telling a child that its all their fault that Mom and Dad's income has taken a halt And that's why they're hungry, don't get help with school See where this is going? A cycle that's cruel When being yourself equals being ashamed When victims of hate don't get justice, they're blamed I simply want more for the country we're in I'm sorry if hope is what you call a sin