Vital Organ Auction – Down The Hatchet lyrics

Oh
Oh my
Oh my brain

O my brain has never munched such mush
The Republican and Democratic parties
Disputing minuscule percentiles
Between their respective barbarities
Partisans puking pabulum along
With du jour puppets of puppeteers
Crime isn't criminal if the right team
Does it every two, four, or six years

Yes, yes, yes--I prefer the body pile over there
No, no, no--I prefer the body pile over here
Yes, yes, yes--I prefer the body pile over there
(No, no, no)
No, no, no--I prefer the body pile over here
(Yes, yes, yes)

Hoooray!
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Hoooray!
[x 2]

O my tongue has never slurped such slush
Pixilated nation pours frat-house alcohol
Nazi war criminals deserved their punishment
America contravenes Nuremberg protocols
Our people were just doing their jobs
To protect police and warfare states
Ask the dead about the difference
Between torture from the SS or CIA

Yes, yes, yes--I prefer the bodies stacked like that
No, no, no--I prefer the bodies stacked like this

Hoooray!
Hooray for Vietnam!
Hoooray!
Hooray for Afghanistan!
Hoooray!
Hooray for Iraq!
Huzzah for another century
Of violent foreign policy!

I prefer Republican fingers on the buttons
Yes, I prefer Republican fingers on the buttons
No I prefer Democratic fingers on the buttons
Yes, I prefer Democratic fingers on the buttons
No I want Republicans with their fingers on the--
No I want Democrats with their fingers on the--

I want Democrats with their fingers on the buttons
Oh I want Democrats with their fingers on the buttons
No I want Republicans with their fingers on the buttons
I do want Republicans with their fingers on the buttons
No I prefer Democratic fingers on the buttons
No I prefer Republican fingers on the buttons

(But I want no Republicans,
No Democrats
And no red buttons
But I prefer no Democrats,
No Republicans
And no red buttons)

Oh my

Between bumper-sticker simplifications
Bats invade the Democratic belfry
Behind the knick-knacks of nationalism
Dictatorship forms Republican pageantry
Imagine interaction sans barriers
Of ballot boxes, boot boys, 'n' billy clubs
Think leviathan State anachronistic
O my thoughts have never thought such thunks
O my thoughts
Have never thunk such thuds