Chapter One: In the War Zone 

Hey Sailor!
Put on a happy face 
'cuz we're gonna win us a war! 

Our prayers have been heard 
the balloons have gone up 
Dash out from the trenches 
it can't hurt that much 
Real soon we'll have peace and then 
we'll have Christmas at home 

Like a beacon 
these happy face notions 
will guide the way 

We'll help you put on 
your happiest face 
if it costs us both an arm and a leg 
Receive a welcome rest  
on a hill that overlooks the Parade 

Put on a happy face 
The walls will come down 
the roof will cave and let havoc in 
Our lives will be done 
and we'll try to run down streets of fire   

We've stepped in it now 
On this road of no return 
Stand down from pen and plough 
In the war zone we say let it burn 
All the air goes dark with din 
Voices call for heads to roll 
As angels dance on pins   

Cash to ash and trust to dust 
and balls to walls 

Did you see what it's all about? 
say you looked 
say you have no doubt 
Strike the others from the list 
Strike a match if they resist 
Prepare to close the open door 
if we want things like they were before 

We've stepped in it now 
We'll never scrape this off our shoes 
Happy facedown in the mud 
In the War Zone where the titans cruise 
We'll fight teeth for tooth when 
skeptics threaten a helpless truth 
Must keep those angels dancing 

Cast the doubters from the list 
Cast a stone if they resist 
Say the words and we'll forgive 
Think these thoughts and you can live 

Happy happy happy face 
My face is so happy 
My happy happy happy face 
will keep me safe inside 


Chapter Two: No Safe Place 

There is a place that's warm and cozy 
if that is your desire 
Those who've seen the dangerous visions 
will find it very dire 
We find it tough to live there 
among the safe and sound 
the web has unraveled 
and the Heavens have crashed down 

Leaving no safe place 
This is the story where 
we get spaced 

I've got no way, no path, no guide, no chase 
no up nor down and no safe place 

Buzz the bank and say I won't save face 
I've stepped out of line in the credit race 
Gotta get my shit together in case the missiles fall 
Maybe get my sins forgiven 
Just in case of a curtain call 

This is no safe place 
This is the party where we get faced 

I've got no creed, no oath, no cause, no case 
no mind to change and no safe place 

This is the party where we 
put on a happy face 

No, I know a nomad man as 
distinct from a known madman 
I have no wish to rile 
My fellow rank and file 
Don't call me a deserter 
I just need space to think 
But I'm not holding ground 
that is standing on the brink 

No safe place this land is lost in space 
Just in case, put on a happy face, happy face 


Chapter Three: Keep Still 

"People are not, under their own momentum, good people. Though they are quite capable of goodness with some firm shepherding from the community at large, or a single influential person. Once this magnetic alignment is established, the result is an orderly public pulled onto a Vector of Goodness. This common motion must be maintained without deviation. It is the current and the push that allows the Goodness in us all to have a good place to be good in." 

This is the way we've gone forever 
this is the span of our stride 
until we reach the shiny city 
this ugly road is our guide 
move along 

This is the path 
this is the way 
this is the speed 
of our travel today 
never deviate a single step 
or skip a frame of mind 
should anyone lose sight of us 
they must be left behind 
move along 

We are in motion  
we did the deed 
a dose of dread 
and regret is what we need 
to chafe the senses like an ugly melody 
we sung into a bottle and cast into the sea 
until we reach our point of view  
this the road 
this is the way 
move along now 

"Our Good Place is only there when we move together and at the same pace on the Vector of Goodness. If you move a little bit faster, or a little slower, or turn to the left or right even a smidge, the Good Place will blur and vanish from view. As will you, blur and then vanish from the sight of others who stay focused on The Path and do things at The Pace. This is The Way. Move along now… nothing to see here." 

Keep still ya little varmints 
we can make this merciful and quick 
the speedy bullet is kinder to you 
than the old club and stick. 
your simian kinetics means 
the target is in motion 
like the rest of us 

This is the road to the shining city 
this is the speed of enlightenment 
our destination is our nation's destiny 
that waits for us forever 
this is the path 
this is the way 
this is the speed 
we travel at today 
it chafes the senses like an ugly melody 
we sung into a bottle and cast into the sea 
until the end comes into view 
this the path 
and the pace 
move along now 

We are stillness in motion  
you best keep still ya little varmints 
like the rest of us 

We take the path 
we know what to do  
We call it simian kinetics 
but it's a vanishing point of view 

apes in motion 
locked in limbo 
always kept safe and sound 

Keep the speedy bullet 
locked and loaded 
the target is in motion 


Chapter Four: Red Shift 

Once upon a time… 

Jimmy told us not to feed the bear 
The grain stays on the farm 
he said our oily debt 
was a greater threat 
a sweater will do less harm 
Then we polled the great electorate 
and Jim was cast away 
next time we chose to zap them with a Reagan (horn dive) 

Ronnie promised peace 
peace through strength 
everybody feared that  
we might take a red shift 

Hey sailor, did you see the news? 
of strutting Ruskie troop reviews 
tanks rolled in Gdansk again and 
the mountains of Afghanistan 
Panic loomed in dangerous days 
Agendas advanced in crazy ways 
Sending troops and raising flags 
and putting boys in body bags 

Will you please keep still
while the Titans cruise their nuclear destiny 
With your hands tied behind your back 
Tinpots for hire are paid by us the rhetoric buyers 
did we sign our lives away? 

Gorby let the wall fall down 
The bombs fell too without a sound 
The tanks were rolled across the bridge 
and up the road to Ruby Ridge 
Then they happened onto Putin Place 
Now they're pu'tin' on a happy face 

Time for us to 
put on our man-pants 

Are you waiting still? 
Then stick around and brace yourself for war 
It isn't MAD anymore 
locked behind our bunker door 
we got the nukes to settle the score 
When the time comes to hit the floor 

Who left open 
the new Windows of vulnerability? 

A little man whispered 
"Come and dance… 
come and dance and clap 
those little hands with us 
We can set the world aflame 
then everyone will scream your name" 

Those lads 
they danced the Kremlin's way 
ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay 
they took our pants away 
this is not the KGB 
this pumpkin has a USB 
relax and enjoy the show 
When Jesus comes he'll wear the pants 
until then we drink and dance this night away 

Serfs' up 
and are they angry 
but we are hot stuff 
let's set the world on fire 
the forgotten folk are on the march 
to a promised land for oligarchs 
who scream their names 
until one mushroom-cloudy day 
when the missiles rain… 

Chapter Five: Waiting for the Castles to Fall 

Come and stand with us 
and hold this fort til dawn 
We'll table our disgust 
and give our brain and brawn 

In here the faithful wait 
for God's point man to arrive  
while others postulate  
that all can stay alive 

Come and stand with us 
and hold this fort til dawn 

With either side in charge 
the other is under siege 
Either way we get a world 
that no one can believe 

Partisans hope to win for keeps 
with vitriol and taunts 
Until then we shall defend 
this fortress no one wants 

When can we get on with it? 
When the castles fall 
When will there be room for all? 
When the castles fall 
When will it be enough? 
When the castles fall 
Who can tell it like it is 
when the castles fall? 

There will be no reckoning 
No one up against the wall 
All will be forgiven 
When the castles fall 

Two scoops for everyone 
When the castles fall 

Chapter Six: Gravity and the Plight of the Working Man 

Which way is up? 
Which way is down? 
From Pittsburgh to Duluth 
we sought an azimuth 

We were safe inside our dens 
but not from the wily Fox 
He could sneak into the pens 
by talking from a box 
He polished shiny turds 
with smooth gritty words 
the Fox said 
"Gravity don't make no sound 
Gravity won't let you down" 

Shadows march along the wall 
with shouldered arms enough for all 
Jutting chins and rolling eyes 
that spin from Al Phaboy and Missile Thighs 
What's going down? Who's going down? 

Down is up and up is down 
Gravity will crush this town 

Which way is up is up to 
the one who wears the crown 
should it be a heavy anchor 
or a levitating clown 
A repulsive magnetism wins 
as the moral compass spins, the Fox said 
"Gravity don't make no sound 
Gravity won't let you down" 

Chapter Seven: Here's How to Order 

Words for sale today here's how to order 
Got words and facts and themes 
and pictures of your dreams 
Get some try some you can trust them 
and believe 

Rest upon our shoulders My Great Leader 
While we carry on the burden on our backs 
We will feed you follow and fear you 
It's a bargain that we can't afford a miss 

So we took some well-read dark upstarts 
and errant sons and nailed them to
the fact transmitting tower 
It said by word and deed concede 
here's how to order now 

Can't think about anything right now 
Can't think about anything else 
Don't want to go down in pieces 
Just want to go down in peace 
We're gonna get lost in space 
We're gonna get torn asunder 

I'll not buy your pitch today so sue me 
Can't lose my freedom to the barrel of a song 
We'll surpass your new world order 
and we'll claim a space where everything 
is up for debate 

Chapter Eight: Soupline to Paradise 

How can we be so cruel? 
How can we be so kind? 
Why can't we do what we're told? 
why is our share served out in the cold? 

In this land so pressurized 
by tickling fingers on invisible hands 
The New Deals of the demigods 
always keep the soupline manned 

We are handed out a dole 
in a state-issued bowl 
Get in line and pay the toll 
to receive your own soul 
The lesson that we preach 
is life is not a peach 

How can we be so cruel? 
How can we be so kind? 
Who bakes this corporate pie? 

I never bargained for you 
You never bargained for me 
Let's write it off as manifest destiny 

Work the line! Stamp it! Shape it! 
Cold polled steel! For product and progress! 
Mother's breast-assembly line-animal machine 
Now don't confuse it! 
Tow the line read the sign 
Get in line this is fine  

Mechno-facture each artifact as a prayer 
and a hymn to our steel sky 

Ambition is a sinful lust 
stay in line in God we trust 
Here's a slice of moldy bread 
stay in line better time's ahead 
If life is not a peach 
if the pie is out of reach 
if a lie is what we preach 
with excuses that we teach 
For that we live and breathe 
For that we must concede 
Our surrender leads to victory 
on the soupline to paradise 

Chapter Nine: Babylon Be Praised 

I come from out of the shadows 
down underneath far from all this glory in the Heavens 
I can't think and I can't breathe just standing here 
humbled by your overwhelming presence 
We'll hit the beaches… we'll come up fighting 
We'll take the blame for it all 
Until Old Glory stands on every flattened peasant 

Praise Babylon and Hail be upon our Great Leader 
A shake or salute, a wink or a nod, 
it pays to be right with God 
Praise Babylon with all of our last breath 

We don't want anymore speeches 
We've suffered a bad case of rhetoric constipation 
We won't be making anymore disposable lives 
or any binding arbitration 
We like a steady job, a plot of bricks and sod 
We like a room with a view 
and a screen full of happy news 
a team that will never lose might just do 

Praise Babylon and Hail be upon our Great Leader 
A shake or salute, a wink or a nod, 
it pays to be right with God 
Praise Babylon with all of our last breath 
Hey, Mr. President! Do you see these little guys 
underneath this Great Administration? 
No, you'd rather smash your fists 
into creeps and columnists 
A hero of a new Holy War 
Never speak the whole truth aloud 
Until every knee is bowed or broken 

Praise Babylon and Hail be upon our Great Leader 
A shake or salute, a wink or a nod, 
Pay to be right with God 
Praise Babylon with all of our last breath 

Chapter Ten: Don't Make Me Angry 

I will forget my thoughts 
I won't make is from ought 
I will make peace with me 
That's where I want to be 

It's time to clean the house 
I want my mighty mouse 
to have a tidy pad 
just like the righteous have 

I am a pond of stillness 
I am no source of willfulness 
I have no axe to grind 
that makes me one of a kind 

I am the eye in the storm 
I'm looking straight at the norm 
I'm neither hard nor soft 
so don't you dare piss me off 

my propeller beanie 
lifts me above the scenery 
I see where the war zone lies 
With my x-ray vision 
I can spot the division 
it's right behind your eyes 

It hurts to take it in 
It gets under my skin 
I need to make it stop 
or I will blow my top 

Shivering orphaned puppies 
puppies will make me sleep 
Wake up with a kitten video 
a daytrip to the clown rodeo 
then a nap under the gumball tree 
that will make me not angry 

dangerous brains bring bluster back bravely get me angry 
boisterous dudes duck dusty dirt deftly get me angry 
aggregate aides act as angular agents get me angry 
malodorous misfits make magnificent morons get me- 

Shivering orphaned puppies 
puppies will make us sleep 
Wake up with a kitten video 
a daytrip to the clown rodeo 
then a nap under the gumball tree 
that will make me not angry 

we need to sleep we want to eat 
we need to breathe and rest our feet 
No time for tea sound the alarm 
before our brains do further harm 

How come our brains can't see one view? 
Our blood and bone know what to do 

Get angry