Politically Incorrect Lyrics – American Idiot

As I’m feeling particularly ungenerous to the low-information voters who once again saddled us with Obama and a democrat controlled senate…it’s time for some more Green Day (he owns the original song…but he can’t stop me from parodying it under “fair use”.  This time…

American Idiot

Don’t wanna be an American idiot!
Don’t want a nation ruled by the media!
And can you hear the sound of cult mania?
Soaring rhetoric mind-fucks America!

Welcome to a new kind of government –
All across this alien continent –
Where they tell us everything’s OK –
As long as we dream of tomorrow –
And don’t see the torment and sorrow –
There’s no need to argue.

Well maybe I’m the last man, America
I’m not a part of a soulless agenda.
Now everybody bow to propaganda,
And sing along, the age of intolerance.

Welcome to a new kind of government –
All across this alien continent –
Where they tell us everything’s OK –
As long as we dream of tomorrow –
And don’t see the torment and sorrow –
There’s no need to argue.

Don’t wanna be an American idiot.
Don’t want to look for the easiest answers.
Not gonna pretend that I’m Robin Hood.
That’s all that’s left for idiot America!

Welcome to a new kind of government –
All across this alien continent –
Where they tell us everything’s OK –
As long as we dream of tomorrow –
And don’t see the torment and sorrow –
There’s no need to argue.

Politically Incorrect Lyrics: These Hard Times

Now that I’m back from a trip upstate with fellow alumni in Oswego, and feeling particularly mournful of the distance that has grown between me and my former peers (a distance that, I believe, is largely explained by their reliance on social media memes, entertainment sources like John Stewart, and online mainstream media for their entire knowledge of current events and American History), my ride back included a song that fits my mood and with a bit of politically incorrect reworking can express my general frustration.

Without further adieu, I bring you: a politically incorrect send-off to Matchbox Twenty and “These Hard Times.” (As always, I don’t own the original intellectual property and am parodying it under the fair use clause.)

Fading hopes collide,
Youthful oblivion,
Can’t take the place of life.

Relentless days go by,
Longing for memories,
Slipping right through my grasp,
And taking the past,
 From all our lives.

Nostalgia won’t sustain us,
Neither will promises,
They don’t mean anything.

We’ve all lost our focus,
Ignorance feels like bliss,
Innocents pay the price.
And they don’t feel so alive.

Say goodbye.
Those days are gone.
And we can’t keep holding on,
When all we need is some relief,
Through these hard times.
Through these hard times.

Facebook isn’t gospel,
It’s keeping them hynoptized,
Swirling a pack of lies.

I look at all those faces,
Cursing the tragedy,
They should be more than this,
But their minds have lost the light.

Say goodbye.
Those days are gone.
And we can’t keep holding on.
When all we need is some relief,
Through these hard times.

Whoooaaaa…there’s something missing.
Oh no, they’ll never feel it but they…
No no, they’re gonna feel it when it’s gone.
When it’s gone.

Say goodbye.
Those days are gone.
And we can’t keep holding on.
When all we need is some relief,
Through these hard times.
Hey, these hard times.
Oh no…these hard times.

Say goodbye.
Those days are gone.
Say goodbye.
Those days are gone.

Those days are gone.

Politically Incorrect Lyrics – Ticket to Heaven

I get to borrow from one of my favorite alt bands today as, especially after last night’s depressing debate, I found the actual lyrics stunningly appropriate.

I give you…the politically incorrect “Ticket to Heaven,” as appropriated from the creative genius of 3 Doors Down. They own the real song. I’m just doing an homage. 🙂

TICKET TO HEAVEN

We’re walking a wire, feels like there’s a thousand ways we could fail.
They want and we buy, but our freedoms all die, greed becomes our new jail.
When everything is said and done, we won’t have one thing left.
What happened to everything I’ve ever known?

All they give us is this ticket to heaven,
But that ticket to heaven says to hand them our soul, no mistake.
Now we’re restless and we’re running from everything.
We’re running from everything.  I’m afraid it’s a little too late.

The media lies, innocents die, ain’t it a shame.
All of our dreams, all our money, it won’t mean a thing.
When all is said and done, we won’t have one cent left.
What happened to everything we’ve ever known?

All they give us is this ticket to heaven,
But that ticket to heaven says to hand them our soul, no mistake.
Now we’re restless and we’re running from everything.
We’re running from everything.  I’m afraid it’s a little too late.

It’s a little too late.

Utopia is a ticket to heaven,
But that ticket to heaven leads us all into hell til we wake.
Tear it up now or you’ll never escape the fire,
You’ll be running from everything.  If you think it’s a little too late.
All they give us is this ticket to heaven,
But it’s all an illusion, and we’ll lie in the bed that we make.
Turn around now and face all of your biggest fears.
Don’t go running from everything.  Or soon enough it will be too late.

Politically Incorrect Lyrics – How Far We’ve Come

Now that I’ve written a novel on the state of the union address…time to have a little fun at the expense of Matchbox 20.  For legal purposes, I don’t own the original song, “How Far We’ve Come” – they belong to Matchbox 20…but under Fair Use…I’m allowed to parody them to make my own point.

It’s a great song BTW – really pumps me up when I hear it.  Give it a listen and try singing along with some politically incorrect lyrics for a change of mood. 🙂

Hello! Hello! Hello!

We’re waking up at the start of the end of the west,
Clock is ticking like the freedom-loving heart in my chest,
Now I wonder how the world is gonna be when it’s gone.

The debt is mounting like a half a billion dollars a day,
Not even trying here, it’s only paper aa-anyway.
Can we remember what we fought for so long ago in Yorktown?

I believe the world is burning to the ground,
Oh well.  I guess…we’re gonna find out.
Let’s see how far we’ve come!
Let’s see how far we’ve come!

I believe it all is coming to an end,
Oh well.  I guess…we’re gonna pretend.
Let’s see how far we’ve come!
Let’s see how far we’ve come!

I look around at the faces of the hopelessly lost,
Sold our souls, Hollywood grows, to steep a cost.
I start to cry and I cannot stop myself,
I could run, but there’s nowhere to run to.
Last door on the right by the steeple bells,
Only place to go when you know the world is headed for hell.
Find your inner strength if you’ve got any left – this is your fight!

I believe the world is burning to the ground,
Oh well.  I guess…we’re gonna find out.
Let’s see how far we’ve come!
Let’s see how far we’ve come!

I believe it all is coming to an end,
Oh well.  I guess…we’re gonna pretend.
Let’s see how far we’ve come!
Let’s see how far we’ve come!

Gone! Gone! Babe, the money is gone.
There’s no one left to save you if you won’t save yourself.
Dream is dead! Dead! If we think it’s cool.
It will be over for me, and for you as well.

Gone! Gone! Babe, the money is gone.
There’s no one left to save you if you won’t save yourself.
Dream is dead! Dead! If we think it’s cool.
It will be over for me, and for you as well.

I believe the world is burning to the ground,
Oh well.  I guess…we’re gonna find out.
Let’s see how far we’ve come!
Let’s see how far we’ve come!

I believe it all is coming to an end,
Oh well.  I guess…we’re gonna pretend.
Let’s see how far we’ve come!
Let’s see how far we’ve come!

Politically Incorrect Lyrics – Slide

This will now become a semi-regular feature here, since I seem to have a natural tendency these days to hear my favorite songs and get a politically incorrect idea on how to modify them to make a point…

So look for more “Politically Incorrect Lyrics” in the coming months.

Today’s entry – inspired by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and “Slide” (no lawsuits, please…we fully recognize who the song belongs to and I am making no profit from my brand of political humor)

How long, how long will we slide
Separate our pride
I do…I do believe it’s sad…
Bloatin’ our debt is all he ever…

We heard his voice in a photo-op
He claimed he was gonna make the pain stop
We hoped he’d be more than photoshop
We’ve gotta pay now on the otherside.

Centralize is what it meant to him
A cemetary where our hopes grow dim
Ecomony couldn’t be more grim
Now we all must pay on the otherside…
paying on the otherside…

How long, how long will we slide
Separate our pride
I do…I do believe it’s sad…
Bloatin’ our debt is all he ever…

Pour our cash into a bottomless well
The budget’s gone and despair befell
A nation’s anger he can’t quell
Hope you like paying on the otherside…

Tell me now what’s changed on the hill
For Democrats, uit’s a bitter pill
Their rising star was an empty shill
Now they’ll all pay on the electoral slide
Paying on the otherwisde

How long, how long will we slide
Separate our pride
I do…I do believe it’s sad…
Bloatin’ our debt is all he ever…

His day is done, the people cry
He had his chance, nowhere to hide
We’ll start again or we’ll fade from sight
We’re tired of paying on the otherside
Not gonna pay again on the otherside!

How long, how long will we slide
Separate our pride
I do…I do believe it’s sad…
Bloatin’ our debt is all he ever had.
I do…I do believe it’s sad…
Bloatin’ our debt is all he ever…