We love our troops, perhaps, but we sure as hell despise the powers above them... if we can reject them, why can't those hillbilly dudes who actually hold the damn guns?
In 2005 we took a little trip, between the Gulf of Mexico and mighty Mississip. We didn’t have no bacon and we didn’t have no beans, so we slowly dehydrated in the town of New Orleans.
Someone fired his gun and the copters just quit comin’ tho
there wasn’t really many to begin with don’t you know.
They couldn’t ignore all the corpses that were sunnin’
floating down the river to the Gulf of Mexico.
Oh' we looked down the river and we seen the gangs a'comin'. There must have been a hundred of ’em beatin’ on a drum. They stepped high in water but it didn’t mean a thing. We all stayed in our hiding places while they looted all the bling.
An off duty policeman took ’em by surprise, when he started firing, you should have seen their eyes. Three others held their fire till they heard their partner yell, ”Shoot the motherfuckers, and we’ll take their guns as well....”
Someone fired his gun and the copters just quit comin’ tho
there wasn’t really many to begin with don’t you know.
They couldn’t ignore all the corpses that were sunnin’
floating down the river to the Gulf of Mexico.
Took like a damn hour to make this shizzle pitcha to fit the stoopid mold.
They fired their AK’s 'til the barrels melted down, then some gators sneaked in and took a few without a sound. The mob started running but they left a few behind. And those got filled with bullets trying to haul off looted wine.
Someone fired his gun and the copters just quit comin’ tho
there wasn’t really many to begin with don’t you know.
They couldn’t ignore all the corpses that were sunnin’
floating down the river to the Gulf of Mexico.
