John the Baptist, after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but please, make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a barbell, he points to the sky Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
Mama's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley lookin' for the fuse I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues