My DTV
Government is worried that you don’t have digital TV
Like my Christian brethren should be worried about friends and family
I know we’re an odd ball, because we don’t have cable
Please give us a right not to take part in mediocrity
To watch that American Idol all the summer day
But if we had a burden, for our Christian brethren
Every time I hear them advertising, the many times about that stupid Digital Box I must go a buying
I find a strange urge to hurl on my own TV
To the media it’s some great thing
If we don’t have that stupid idiot box is my guessing
To plummet us to their goal
Please my friends watch your soul
Useful idiots are what big brother wants us to be anyway.
Tramatic Distress SyndromeI wish cooking was as easy as Rachel Ray makes it look
Every time I try it, I get so messed up
Sure cooking is easy but not as it looks
You may say you must get the job done
If you want to eat that grub
Seen from nasty vids from that Persian state over there
The press is more than prejudice, they seem so unfair
A girl I seen blown away so no apparent reason
Just goes to show you what lurks in mans heart a hidden
Look there America, at totalitarian regime
I’ll tell you don’t want it, it is so obscene
The viciousness of government that is so unchecked
Please help me from my own heart, the evil I don’t want any part
We seen in history, it will play a part in infamy
I am reminded of Hitler that is playing again today
Something the German people want to not replay
You see they wanted to push Jesus down the hill
They call it the hill of the jumping as the gospels tell
As the brown shirts SS troops come a knocking
It’s that Totalitarian with his private policia
Here to wake your nice comfy bed
Now go with him and don’t you dread
Don’t think of the ovens, the contraptions diabolical
Just know there is a God in heaven concerned of our problems
Not as easy a cooking as Rachel Ray
Makes it look on TV and its not A-Okay
I must stop a thinking of dictorian
Les I get traumatic distress syndrome
So I cannot dwell on Iran video
But rather I think of Jesus, prophecies foretold
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