Longhare - A Dinner With Fascists

I went downtown - to have, dinner with fascists
Must've been out of my mind - unlike them, I knew where to find it
As soon as we started and they cut their own meat
Heard one of them say: "Oh it's such a sweet treat"
What this dinner really needs is a little - gun talk

So let's spice it up - you take mine and I'll hold yours
He who shoots first - gets to go home

God is great god is good
Let us thank him for this food
We can't handle the idea of killing god's creatures
But we could sure have some
And if I don't see red - it's not there

This morning I had me a breakfast with fascists
To try and talk things over
But they kept their guns cocked - their barrels were loaded
Silver bullets for kill - testosterone molded

God is great god is good
Let us thank him for this food
We can't handle the idea of killing god's creatures
But we could sure have some
And if I don't see red - it's not there

God is great, god is good - Let us thank him for this food

I just have to attend - you know one has to eat
But I won't do a banquet I won't stay for a feast

God is great, god is good - Let us thank him for this food
God is great, god is good - Let us thank him for this food

Written by:
Mateo Gojević

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