Joy Unconfined

These are the Asylum Streets Spankers bringing you

“Stick Magnetic Ribbons on Your SUV”

My cunt…
My cunt…
My country’s calling me

Asshole
Asshole
A soldier I will be

To piss
To piss
Two pistols by my side

A whore
A whore
A horsey I will ride….

I’m sitting here in Iraq
And I wish that I had eyeballs in the back

It’s a bummer
that my Hummer
isn’t armored to a ‘T’

To show me your support
you spent a dollar ninety-three

A dollar ninety-three

Oh, stick magnetic ribbons on your SUV
Keep your apathy
and get off scot-free

If I don’t see a ribbon on that SUV
I’ll call you a red,
Wish you were dead,
Put the blame on weed

If I don’t see a ribbon on that S…
That SUV

Please don’t send me to Iran
And I sure don’t want to see Afghanistan

Any day now I could be another grunt sporting a stump
So buy another ribbon while you’re paying at the pump
You’re paying at the pump

So stick another ribbon up your SUV
Stick your apathy up your passivity

If I see another ribbon on that SUV
I’ll flip you the bird
And make the word
Of the day “complacency”

So stick that stupid ribbon up your SUV

Now the whole damn world is bleeding
And the last thing that we need’s
Another fuckin’ ribbon on that gas guzzlin’ SOB

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