New World Hors D'Oeuvre Songtext
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God speaks English and ignores the cries of Baghdad's babies.
The enemy is a dog that doesn't know he's foaming at the mouth with rabies.
They're back again (as if they ever went away)
With their flags a-waving, and their flags a-waving
And their bloodlust craving and the world we're saving,
Saving them from brazen immoral conflagration,
We're the United Nations here to bring you inflation and WAR!,
Oh just once more for the new world order
We're serving up hors d'oeuvres you know we got a lot of nerve
The enemy is a dog that doesn't know he's foaming at the mouth with rabies.
They're back again (as if they ever went away)
With their flags a-waving, and their flags a-waving
And their bloodlust craving and the world we're saving,
Saving them from brazen immoral conflagration,
We're the United Nations here to bring you inflation and WAR!,
Oh just once more for the new world order
We're serving up hors d'oeuvres you know we got a lot of nerve
When we got millions out of work and we need something that will perk up
Some new growth in the economy is worth all of the atrocity, all of the hypocrisy,
All of the stupidity and CHRIST!
They'll pay the price,
For not being so nice
We'll kill 'em off like lice or rice or anything that rhymes with Vanilla Ice.
We're spoonfeeding the press so they'll ignore our great big mess
And it won't worry or depress the population it's a test
Of our new power in the media and our brand new immediate immaculate expedient,
Bloodless war for greedy fucking PIGS!
With their oil rigs,
Who bomb little kids,
For their profit grids,
In bucks and quids
Some new growth in the economy is worth all of the atrocity, all of the hypocrisy,
All of the stupidity and CHRIST!
They'll pay the price,
For not being so nice
We'll kill 'em off like lice or rice or anything that rhymes with Vanilla Ice.
We're spoonfeeding the press so they'll ignore our great big mess
And it won't worry or depress the population it's a test
Of our new power in the media and our brand new immediate immaculate expedient,
Bloodless war for greedy fucking PIGS!
With their oil rigs,
Who bomb little kids,
For their profit grids,
In bucks and quids
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