TERRORISTS RULE O.K.K |
Brought up in the era of long gone Maggie & Ronnie, Iran-gate, gargantuan mega folly. Gosh, oh golly, stick a trident in the trolley, go Brown, sign, but the missiles mined. Blew to smithereens by a new state of mind, Collapsible ranks in the family home, still getting supported. 3rd world war's here, but rarely reported, Now pummeling the transit "Cor, Tinas 'aving a 'fiestawl!' Gunning down the infidel as Co-pilot siesta's Teletubbies gawp whilst knocking back the vesta's! They'd have the bird curried from low flying Gun-ship, but keep your chin up lass it's only a Chinook. Boom Bap, roadside, black widowed female, off with the shoulder strap and trigger pinch. Built to be lit up like a Saudi soccer pitch, from ground to air, grenade launching bitch!
Terrorists Rule OK! The kids love 'em, we run from 'em, the families hug em. Bold and brave, get a mug on a web page, A well tidy grave and a video made. Terrorists Rule OK! The kids love em, you run from em, we got f**k all in common, so fill this MP3 with weapons grade TNT and blast it with the NRG of an RPG.
This sharp incision, unlike the inquisition, is not killing visions not held by the mission don't sit segregated and dwell on your interior, lets play faith united like a long gone Iberia. Not so proud of your catholic past, rape a gold digging 'Aztec' and turn his land to grass, try again to battle heathens of incredible mass, who sing and dance like the children of Hamas's madras. You best be blessed with officialdom bungling, roll out the bunting of community funding. "Sorry to announce" charity's made a goof but at least somebody's trying to motivate the youth. Be it mangled in the tangled, iron threads for effect. Coach insurgency methods at the local multiplex. In between judo class and five-a-side, get tips to take out 30 innocents with your suicide!
Terrorists Rule OK! The kids love 'em, they puzzle divvies like a countdown conundrum. From cradle to grave were blooming facing the wave, you think it's us in the right?, f**king behave. Terrorists Rule OK! The kids love 'em, they need a ticket so luvvy dovey's sub 'em. This times a must to be catching the blunder bus and hit yer! Crash! Bang! Wallop! Boing! what a picture.
This page has had a pasting with 'Satan' like hating, I see 'Combat 18' but thinking of joining the 'A Team' you say "they're mercenary coz 'Face' fixed a price" but use your memory and find they never got paid a dime. Looking like 'Hijack' combined with 'Public Enemy' and '2 Pac's dad, shooting up '2 Jags' pad, stab a blad with 'Ricin' or send 'Anthrax' to your dad. You know my rubbish, goes unpunished like rape in 'Islamabad' 'Zionist' pleas to make burqa'd figure flee. Still no courtesy, to a Kurd in Turkey. Remember rural peasantry on 'Stalin's birthday, now Chechnyans mention harsh detention evacuees. Marauding Egyptians in the city, thick as 'Thebes', burning effigies and screaming "Durka, durka please" get a grip, terror swarms from the cargo holds of B-52 bombers in the over lying jet stream.
Terrorists Rule OK! The kids love 'em, the planetarium reveals little often, Mars can attack this resemblance to Mercury, Telescopic Ops spot cancer in the tropics. Terrorists Rule OK! The kids love 'em, here come the 'Top Guns' "Tango, Rover (beep) Over! (Whoosh) See you later", Leaving ornamental craters from ordnance capers, north of the equator.
The crimes in the mosque, The lies in the church, The hating synagogue and you deniers in the the lurch, be it 'National Socialist', 'Romulas' and 'Communist', 'Greenpeace', 'Special Branch' and 'lesser known Botanists'. Tommy foreigner, i.e. pale faced savior. 'Lawrence of Arabia' got busy with his Saber, Olden day 'Galloway', new school George! the press will have a field day, littering his lawn. It's not coincidental, went and banned a 'Fundamental' Cheers 'Radio 4' your like rap sentimental. So, Me next? I don't do wars, are you mental? I'm an advocate of Pale Walls, departmentalising projects and fit 'table width span' to match all! won't get caught up in a suicidal satchel, no faith in fertilizer unless its slinging muck! the good will never grow and that's why 'Flower Power' sucked!
Terrorists Rule OK! The kids love 'em, Call I a Scab, Slag!, 'Blankety Blank' your drab and sloppy diction, with a metropolitan conviction, Dire edition! go get yer daily dose of fiction. Terrorists Rule OK! "aww, the bloody kids love 'em" I'm running gauntlet's but should I taunt less, tripping mong in a billabong "Is that pom getting lippy?" sometimes it's right to fight so let's go 'Kill all hippies'
In 'Jeep Beat' Somali merc's, rocking a 'Hilux', 'Raiders hat' and tunics, rocketing like 'Hezbollah' units, heaping praise upon the 'Mufti' maybe it was 'Chuck D' who turned me into a Nazi, with KLA, PLO, ETA, "ole!" IRA, JDL, USA Today! Knitted 'Che Guevara' sweater, Camo slacks and balaclava! Kitted out 'Tamil Tiger' a real 'Pink Panther'. Pluck out the jewel, from this 'Pale Walls' gem, make a B-line for the poem, then hang me from the helm. I'm a martyr to this secular, investigative inking! It's religion that's stinking' when you act without an inkling. Decapitated leader, spur on free thinking writer. Like delapited 'X Wings' taking out 'Ti-Fighters', 'Han Solo' and 'Chewie' far away, took on the bully, now the boys at 'Rebel Base' got a well tooled up 'Wookie'
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Produced and Performed by Pale Walls
Sound Effects: The Very Stereophonic Workshop
Recorded & Mixed By Mr Lettus
Vocals recorded by Mr Shallus
On behalf of Press Gang (Shallus? Yes, Lettus!)
Written by P. Wells for Pale Walls Publishing
Reproduced by kind permission of the pale walls
Copyright ©2007 Hairy Parents Recordings
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Wellsy
where is that C.D. you said you wer gonna send. liking the tunes anyway but avnt got my PC in the motor.
see you soon tosser
xxxx
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Death to skywalker and his terrorist scum!!!
Peace
Seth |
Yes Mr Deed!
Killing it as always with yor buddabudda-bad bboy bombfoolery! Brrrrapalein guns WHAT!
‘Spect due to HP crew!
Love and ciders, DJFREND. |
who cares...
safe, Dave |
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