To: ffusco
I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president
Carter power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool neice
Come quitely to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower
Die on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will crack, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
154 posted on
09/15/2003 10:49:52 AM PDT by
Weimdog
To: Weimdog
that... was wierd, and unsettling.
190 posted on
09/15/2003 10:54:07 AM PDT by
King Prout
(people hear and do not listen, see and do not observe, speak without thought, post and not edit)
To: Weimdog
A DK Classic!
202 posted on
09/15/2003 10:56:26 AM PDT by
ffusco
(Maecilius Fuscus,Governor of Longovicium , Manchester, England. 238-244 AD)
To: Weimdog
The Dead Kennedys were prophets. I'm convinced. Those lyrics are astounding.
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