G-A-B-C, F# by frank bonanno (Original Painting)

Where are all the stupid people from?
And how’d they get to be so dumb?
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings
Blame it on
Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)
Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)
Fear of god
The fear of change
The fear of truth
Add the bill of rights, subtract the wrongs (there’s no answers)
Memorize and sing star spangled songs
(When the questions) Aren’t ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past?
We’re living in united stagnation
Father, what have I done?
I took that 22, a gift to me from you
To bed with me each night
Kept it clean, polished it well
Cherished every cartridge, every shell
Down by the creek, under brush, under dirt
There’s a carcass of my second kill
Down by the park, under stone, under pine
There’s a carcass of my brother William
Brother, where have you gone to?
I swear, I never thought I could
I see so many times, they told me to shoot straight
Don’t pull the trigger, squeeze
That will insure a kill
A kill is what you want
A kill is why we breed
The Christians love their guns
The church and N.R.A.
Pray for their salvations
Prey on the lower faiths
The story book’s been read
And every line believed
Curriculum’s been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched and seized
Jerry spent some time in Michigan
A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime
A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit
A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine
Jerry only stayed a couple months
It’s hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass
Asphyxiation is simple and fast
It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch
Don’t think (stay)
Drink your wine (home)
Watch the fire burn (be)
His problem’s not mine (safe)
Just be that model citizen
I wish I had a schilling
(For each senseless killing) For every senseless killing
I’d buy a government
America’s for sale
And you can get a good deal on it (a good deal on it)
And make a healthy profit
Or maybe tear it apart
Start with assumption
That a million people are smart
Smarter than one
Serotonin’s gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear
Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head
Now with serotonin gone (gone)
The man who used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Don’t feel bad, they found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
It’s not that they don’t care, yeah
The television’s put a thought inside your head
Llike a Barry Manilow jingle
I’d like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare, yeah
It doesn’t make you care (make you care)
Not designed to make you care (make you care)
They’re betting you won’t care (you won’t)
Place a wager on your greed
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when a million others tried?
We are the whore
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
Living through conformity
One more prayer to keep me safe
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
There’s gonna be a better place
Lost the battle, lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain
Na-na-na-na-na
La-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
The going get tough, the tough get debt
Don’t pay attention, pay the rent
Next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe
Save us
The human, existence
Is failing, resistance
Essential, the future
Written off, the odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle
Against the super ego
When giving in is so damn comforting
And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat, live in decline
Be the victim of our own design
The status quo, built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their neck?
Fellow members
Club “We’ve got ours”
I’d like to introduce you to our host
He’s got his and I’ve got mine
Meet the decline
We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war
We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
We’re soilent green
We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war