| THE SUPERBOWL |
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| The Bands are playing, Flags are waving, and all the hype begins; The fans all whipped to froth and frenzy, and I’m cheered by all my friends. All my life I’ve been third string, But now that’s in my past; This time the bands are playing for me, For I’ve made the team at last! All the girls now swoon for me as I strut past in my gear, and even the President stands erect, and salute as I pass near. I take my position on the field, determined to be MVP . . . Then, what the fuck?!!! That ain’t no football-- THAT’S A GRENADE HE JUST THREW AT ME!!!! All my life I bought the hype; Now I see it was all a lie; It was just a ploy To get young boys To go away to die. |
| It’s bait and switch, and really a bitch to see these slick assholes at work; You get the parade as they cry and get paid, and shovel the dirt on your shirt. And that president who spoke so self-righteous of hope, and stood to salute as I passed; He pushed for a bill, where our benefits were killed, leaving the children of vets on their ass. Now, the love of my life, my luscious young wife, sleeps in another man's bed; and the kids that we bore, the ones I adore, are calling this other guy dad. So Beware my young friend, when the trumpets blare, and you feel your blood run cold; it’s the hounds of Hell ringing Pavlov’s Bell-- and not for the next SuperBowl. |
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