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The Art of Yeee-haw

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  The Art of Yeee-haw Goddamn, let's do a tune called "Hanson Hide," okay?   Goddamn tape's rollin', let's go!   Let's round 'em up!   One, two, three, four! Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Keep them Asians movin', movin', movin'   Though they're workin', never complainin'   Don't try to tell me they're not floodin'   We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, burqa in your face!   Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, cover up the race!   Hanson hide, yeee-haw! Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Keep them Africans out, out, out   They bring disease, that's what she shouts   No refugees, no black South, no doubt   We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, chain-link and hate!   Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, keep Australia white!   Hanson hide, yeee-haw! No good Muslims!...
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Hiroshima Decent

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Each decent is comparable
Even if you live a 100 or a 1000 years

The unavoidable fall into worldly affairs
Entangled in its complications
Entangled in its quarrels

There are a number of vantage points
Find them if you can


Hiroshima Lion Dog

The beginning of all things to end
Once a symbol of strength
With the power to repel evil
With real malice and magical power to act

But then the questions
Who guards our guardians
As we guard ourself from ourselves

Until we finally rest in error
And the social contract is disemboweled

As the logistics fall apart
From one misunderstanding to the next









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