You say freedom—I say equality
I like the common good—you like responsibility
I want free healthcare—you say it can’t exist
You are the bigot—I’m the sissy Communist
Why do we argue? Why can’t we get along?
Why do we scream and shout when there is no clear right or wrong?
Well, I’m sick of fighting, I’m tired of all the names
We are all brothers, we’re all the same
I’m gonna change this world, I’m gonna make things right
Global warming will be stopped when I block out the sun with nuclear fucking bombs
I’ve said, “Make love, not war,” you’ve said, “Bring on the fight”
You thought Iraq was fun? Get ready for a hundred-thousand Vietnams
There will be nothing left for us to fight about
Because there simply will be nothing left
You say, “Stop,” I say, “Fucker, don’t tempt me”
You say it’s dirty business, I say, “Good, they’ll tax-exempt me”
You say, “This is no joke—your behavior is beyond rebuke”
I say, “Fuck you. I’ve got a nuke”
Mankind’s dim candle is now flickering
Gay pride rainbows can’t exist if I block out the sun with nuclear fucking bombs
Our petty differences and bickering
I’ll turn it all to ash—Behold as I unleash the storm before the calm
There will be nothing left for us to fight about
Because there simply will be nothing left
…right
…left
…right
…common ground
In this world nothing’s right, so I’ll make sure nothing’s left
I don’t wanna keep exploding at you
In this world nothing’s right, so I’ll make sure nothing’s left
Maybe I haven’t really thought this through
This might blow up in my face, but I think if we
Can’t share a warm embrace, why not try cold fusion?
At the political epicenter, we’re all the same
If God is on your side, then say your fucking prayers
Pro-Life won’t mean anything—all infants will be stillborn as the radiation leaks
I’m splitting atoms so we don’t keep splitting hairs
I’m changing all the rules—I’ll level the playing field, so to speak
There will be nothing left for us to fight about
Because we’ll simply agree
You don’t like Darwin? Well, I’m here to prove you right
Life on Earth will not adapt when I block out the sun with nuclear fucking bombs
There will be nothing left to not be right about
Big businesses will donate nothing, my plan costs taxpayers nothing
All because there will be nothing left
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