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So, I think I'm going to start posting some of my lyrics because I'm always interested to hear what people think of them. Also, because I don't have a lot to say that is interesting right now. Well, except I think I just finished a new instrumental last night and that's pretty exciting.

So here are the lyrics to a song that I wrote when I was 17 and fresh out of high school and had been watching one of the Gore/Bush debates and I just got so frustrated with both of those fuckers that I had to go out to the front porch with my guitar and this thing just *PLOP* fell into my lap. It isn't really about the debate I was watching or the candidates involved, but, well I guess it's obvious what it is about. I call it "Deal With the Devil."

Last week I got a letter for me,
said I won't pay a dime for school if I agree
To sling on a gun and sign up my name
for their all-star roster in the military game

Well, it made me think hard and it made me think long,
Could I accept such an offer from something so wrong?
And if I did sign and there came a war,
well I remembered just who I'd be fighting for,
So as I made my decision, I said to myself,
This machine and its bribes can go straight to Hell!

So are you ready to make a deal with the devil?
Are you ready to sign away your soul?
Are you ready to rob the divine spark of life
From the body of some fucker you don't even know?

So until the NRA stops sticking dollar bills
in the g-string of Congress for entertaining their thrills
I can't find the motivation to fight
for something these federal whores say is right

'Cause in the District of Columbia, it no longer stands
that you've got a voice, that they count your demands
Unless you can pay well in advance,
well I'm sorry to say brother, you ain't got a fighting chance

So are you ready to make a deal with the devil?
Are you ready to sign away your soul?
Are you ready to rob the divine spark of life
From the body of some fucker you don't even know?

Quick with the pen and quicker with the tongue,
quick to send young men under the gun
Lord, these puppets that hold the power of war,
well they're bought and sold on the big money floor

But how many middle-class boys will you see
up in the front lines of World War 3?
But you can count on your hands the Senators' sons
that won't be hiding behind daddy instead of the guns
So these Washington monkeys with nothing to lose,
they're just prostitutes paying young lives for their dues

So are you ready to make a deal with the devil?
Are you ready to sign away your soul?
Are you ready to rob the divine spark of life
From the body of some fucker you don't even know?

So let's put on our boots, let's put on our fatigues,
let's move out and spread our bloodthirsty disease
Lets go out and show all those that forgot
a body's sickly sweet smell as it rots!

And we won't let the world forget who is boss
and the boss won't let us think of our souls that we've lost
By trading our names for numbers and guns
in the greatest crime ring under the American sun

So are you ready to make a deal with the devil?
Are you ready to sign away your soul?
Are you ready to rob the divine spark of life
From the body of some fucker you don't even know?