Wednesday, March 9, 2022

P.S.A. ROOT BOY SLIM AND THE SEX CHANGE BAND WORLD WAR 3




                                     "There was trouble down in Africa, riots over in France

                                            Nuclear war was at hand seems a likely chance

                                      When the Russians lost the Olympics they got a little pissed 

                                            Sent a few nucs over the kind that never miss

                                            World was in turmoil, where was Jesus now?

                                      He was down in Mississippi behind a mule and a plow

                                             Looking for a place to plug in my T.V.

                                            When I finally realized it was world war 3

                                            Fallout wasn't too bad down in the south 

                                   Jesus cooked good barbecue the kind that burned your mouth 

                                         People came from miles around for just a little taste

                                      Most of um' didn't make cause of all that nuclear waste

                                                But if you survived this nuclear holocaust

                                    Come down to Mississippi for some of the Jesus hot sauce

                                               I'm been in Washington it's nothing but a ruin

                                 I'm here with The Sex Change Band they don't know what their doing

                                    I can smell that Dixie chicken I can taste that barbecue

                                            Far from Mississippi got me a little confused

         Jesus in a Cadillac or at least a private plane nation's capitol with radiation on the brain

                                                     People give me those U.S. bonds

                                                     Don't give me Gary (U.S.) bonds

                         People give me credit cards that cash money that Afghanistan coinage

                                            All your relics of civilization it's all gone 

                                    I'm going to Mississippi you might want to come too

                                            Get some Jesus barbecue and that cold beer

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