Another post 9/11 song.

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A song about a mindless few.

Hit the ground and begin to frown
And go jumping through the rings
In another town you could be a clown
Jumpin' 'round like a monk that was wearing springs

Water fusing to produce the son
And you know everybody's clean
Under the sacred things, move aside the chains
Before it rains and you tell me it wasn't fun

When it all comes down to it
You know you're not a martyr
And you curse the universe and, you know, you could do worse
But don't even look at me!

Simple brains crashing planes into things
But you're not a martyr
In the town underground in the mound I hear the sound
Of your soul that has not departed

Letters floating inside out the word
So we look to obscure the meaning
Sacrificial cow won't you tell me now
Is this how you can still justify your being?

In the end I gotta say, atta's not a martyr
And in his push for the tush
He only strengthened Bush
Now, he can't even look at