Corporatocrasy

 We were told the United States was the land of the free

And the ones we elect are the ones that we can believe

As they advertise themselves on the news on tv

And their campaigne promises are a promise that they'll keep

But the Pac's they serve will decide what laws are gonna be

James Hetfield told us all that justice is for sale

And if you want a Trump pardon send a million in the mail

And the founding father's words are another fairy tale

That they told us all in school but you can see that they failed

Unlimited contributions say the evil will prevail

Knowing we're almost free

Living in misery

They decided for me

In a

Corporatocracy

Knowing we're almost free

Living in misery

They decide what will be

In a

Corporatocracy

We'll just gerrymander if the blacks get uppity

They can protest all they want 

They won't have their liberty

They aren't the kind of people we invite over for tea

We'll keep locking them up and  then we'll throw away the key

Their public defender's say just cop to any plea

Knowing we're almost free

Living in misery

They decided for me

In a 

Corporatocracy

Knowing we're almost free

Living in misery

They decide who will lead

In a 

Corporatocracy

I'm sick of it all

They all wear suits

They count their loot

As they're stealing it all

Rotten all

They play their golf

And dance a waltz

At the million a plate

Costume ball

Behind a tower's wall

I'd make a call but they'll never answer me

It's just an exercise in futility

Trapped in a world that I wish could never be

Brought to you by

The Twenty-worst-century

Oh no

Zucky Boy

 Sucky Zucky Boy!

Made a website to rate hot chicks.

Then Sucky Zucky Boy

Stole it all MySpace's tricks.

Then he used it to build an empire

To make all the old people sick!

Sucky Zucky Boy!

Is the world's poorest billionaire!

Sucky Zucky Boy!

Take a look at that fucked up hair!

It was bowl cut by a robot,

'Cuz a person would not dare!

(Play a solo for Zucky Boy!...Ok that's cool chill!)

Sucky Zucky Boy!

Banned my page for nothing again!

Sucky Zucky Boy!

You bet your ass he's got no friends,

Except for AI chatbots and lawyers

He met at Trump's Mar A Lago event!

That's Zucky Boy!

And I say

"Fuck you Zucky Boy!

And all who you employ!

Fuck you Zucky Boy!

For the first amemdment you destroyed!

Fuck you Zucky Boy!

Go to Mars the world's annoyed!

Sucky Zucky Boy!!!"

"Yo fuck that dude! He blocked my page again?! For what motherfucker?! What?!"

38, A Song For Tony The Tone Lord :(....

 I found him on the Metallica Forum,

He recorded Creeping Death really well.

It struck me I should tell him he did a good job.

In not so many words he said, that was swell.

He knew everything about Metal Music,

So we were friends the rest of his life,

And now that that life is over,

There's an ocean of tears too hart to fight.

38, 38, that's not many years, 38.

That's not enough God Damn it, 

Get it straight,

38

He had the So Far So Good So What book memorized,

So that turned him into Tony The Tone Lord!

He made any amp or pedal customized

Micheal Soldano if he heard it would be filled with pride,

And then suddenly, we had to say Good Bye :(....

38, 38, that's not enough years Lord,

Get it straight!

38, 38, 

He produced my album for free,

That's a good rate,

38

(solo)

So I yell up at the sky "Why God why?

Did you have to go and take him away?!!!"

You didn't even let him get to 40,

You know that was wrong,

Gimme a break!

38, 38, 

I can't believe that's what you did,

It's not ok!

38, 38,

Your divine plan sucks I have to say

Silly accidents aren't the way to run a universe

So you can take

I'm supposed to love you God,

But now I'm filled with hate,

That you only gave Tony The Tone Lord 38,

Years on your Earth.  :(.................

Possible Future

 The Dinosaurs!

Are coming back!

To take over!

And change us back!

Into Dinosaurs! Dinosaurs! Dinosaurs! Dinosaurs!

A Scientist will find a way,

To alter someone's DNA,

And splice Dinosaur DNA,

And then he'll be forever changed!

To Dinosaur! A Dinosaur! A New Thing Born!

Human/Dinosaur!!!

A Dinosaur! Dinosaur! Dinosaur! Dinosaur!

You only asked if we could,

You never asked if we should,

It's too bad You were deranged, 

With Super-Tech and a brain,

The Dinosaurs!

Will Rule The World!

And they'll evolve,

And go to other worlds,

Where the Dinosaurs,

From Before,

We can't look for,

Because they left Earth way Before,

The Smart Dinosaurs! Dinosaurs! Dinosaurs! Dinosaurs!!!!!

The Rolling Stone (video Script)

Young Oliver Said walks into his English class and sits down at his desk and starts to doodle in his notebook.

Suddenly his hands turn into the hands of Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones, and they start to draw on their own, at light speed!

They draw a Rolling Stone Magazine, on a giant stack of Rolling Stone Magazines that go up to the sky!

Then the official Jet Plane of The Rolling Stones flys over it and knocks it over, all of them flying around everywhere!

Then we see all the land of Keith Richards with his huge house on it!

Then World War Three breaks out and all of humanity is blown up except for Keith Richards standing there with his Fender Telecaster Guitar, and the cockroaches that are all that's left.  Keith reaches down and grabs one and eats it.

Then we see an old movie of Keith Richards and The Rolling Stones being chased down the street by lots of girls!

Then we see Chuck Norris try to punch Keith Richards in the face, and Keith stops it with his hand and said, "You'll need to his harder than that mate!", as Chuck's hand is now broken from hitting the indestructible force that is Keith Richards!

Then we see a gigantic Keith Richards snorting a whole planet of cocaine up his nose!

Then we see his hands playing a guitar solo.

Then we see Keith Richards on an examination table surrounded by scientists as he's hooked up to all kinds of machines as they try to figure out why he's still alive in the year 3,000,085!

Then we see the sun about to explode, but satellites generate a force shield around the Earth that is the face of and made of, Keith Richards!

Angels come down to the Earth blowing trumpets and the people all say "Hooray for Keith Richards!!!"

They carve his face into Mount Everest!

He's stronger than dirt!!!

A letter sky high appears in the sky that says in the handwriting of Keith Richards 

"Dear Matty O', thanks for the record! It's not often you hear a song about yourself! Stay safe! Keith Richards" 

Oliver's hands then turn to normal, but his notebook is full of what Keith wrote and drew.

The End

The Anti Media Song

 That's not today,

That's not today,

You can yell at me for yesterday,

But it's gone.

So Just go away,

And take your yesterday,

With you 'Cause you know that your yesterday will stay gone.

I know tomorrow will be better,

I know today I will be good,

And you're lucky I wasn't worse,

From what I came from.

They muckrake, your yesterdays,

'Cause that's the only kind of story,

That they can sell,

But what I did today,

Helped someone's day,

And they'll remember it, no matter what you say.

And there's blessings on my way

That nobody can take away

And I'll hold them and their Angels in my heart,

So bother someone else with yesterdays,

If its the sad way that you make your pay,

And I'd rather buy some groceries than a tabloid.

So About your little yesterday,

Just save it and get on your way,

You've got your God of money, and I've got mine.

 

So that's not today,

Take Yesterday,

And go away.

Priest

 Priest

 I know that I'm going to hell,

But I know that you are as well,

And when we get there, you'll be first in line.

 

I heard about what you just did,

You fucking touched a little kid,

And prayed "forgiveness", you know that's a lie,

 

Bastard Priest!  Bastard Priest!

I heard what you've been doing,

Bastard Priest! And that's being nice!

You sure as hell aint Holy!

 

I'd rather not go to a church,

And worry it's a fucking jerk,

Who's up there dressed up, giving me the lines.

 

You're up there saying you believe,

But I know something's up your sleeve,

I'll do it myself, thank you for your time, Loser!

 

Bastard Priest!  Bastard Priest!

There's way too many of you!  Bastard Priest!

And that's being nice!

You sure as hell aint sorry.

 (solo over verse chords)

Bastard Priest!  Bastard Priest!

You wanna talk to children?! Bastard Priest!

And that's being nice!

You pray for who you preyed on, Bastard Priest!

You sure as hell aint Righteous Bastard Priest!

You wanna just deny, you Bastard Priest!

You're making you're God cry,

You Bastard Priest!