People

People:

Hey everybody,
I figured it out,
Except the answer,
It sticks in my mouth,
Because nobody,
Who learns the truth,
Likes how it feels,
Especialy the proof.

If any of you are just getting to any town,
Before you mess up and try going to hang around,

People are ASSHOLES! And I've met a few.
Yeah I've met enough,
To prove that it's true.
Yeah people are ASSHOLES!
You'd rather stay home,
If they let you have one,
When they leave you alone.

I know it's offensive,
I didn't intend,
To hurt anyone,
I just had to send,
A desperate last message,
To those way beyond,
With wise innocent eyes,
Who no longer know wrong.

If only just once,
Poor little old I could have my way,
I'd make it a sign taller than the whole milky way:

People are ASSHOLES! So just stay away!
If you ever meet'em,
They will make you pay.
Yeah people are ASSHOLES! & Dangerous here!
They'll make your planet, your culture, your life, and your hope disapear.

So please tell all the critters,
Before we forget,
They might have a chance,
If they keep running west,
Away from the buildings,
Somewhere underground,
That abandoned old mine,
Where sanity's found.

Then their great great gandchildren can come back and live on
With this sigh of relief, at last all those ASSHOLES are gone.

Yeah those people were ASSHOLES!
And it took too long.
I'm glad no one helped them.
They deserved all their bombs.
Yeah those people were ASSHOLES!
God don't make them again,
If you care for the cosmos,
It's tired my friend.