Moron Police Beware The Blue Skies Lyrics

Here comes death from the blue skies
Nagasaki like the 4th of July
Watch our missiles blow them sky high--
What a cost-efficient way to die!

Robot-Eagle on a flat screen
A 14-year old learning to fly

Blow them up, that's the sound of freedom forming in their minds
You're waking up, missing everybody, friends piled in a line
You're going up, taking everybody down into the monsters of your mind
Man, we're waiting for a damn good time

You won it all, it's a bonanza
Supreme Leader and new rebels to train
We'll give them guns and an agenda
One-way tickets on commercial planes

You're looking good towards re-election
You've got a multi-million-dollar campaign

And you're moving up, up past everybody--
Hell, you can't complain
You're going up, up past everybody on ladders built from pain
You're going up, taking everybody down into the monsters of your mind
We're waiting for a damn good time

And hip-hooray here comes Norway, friend to one and all
We don't sell guns, we just provide a little service, that's all
We're the ambassadors of peace and kindness, merely warlords
Dealing death and violence in a cabaret
We're good friends with the U. S. A