The Sh*t Song

Funny story written by rfreed

Saturday, 8 January 2011

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(Sing to in whatever melody you like, in whatever key you like, as often as you like)

The world is your oyster
The world is your cake
It's your place to roister
that it's all there for you to take.
You've learned a secret philosophy
used the world over by politicos, priests and cops
if you want to stay on top
you can throw away philanthropy.
There's a tool of control that brings you power
by making all the others learn to cower.
Easy is the application,
simply use intimidation.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
treat them like sh*t.

If you want to make a battle
start out with propaganda prattle.
You've got to use a young man
to carry out your insidious plan.
So put a gun into his hand
and train him to be a killing fan.
Build him up and break him down
into his head the rhetoric pound
Leash his pride, tell him hes not a man
unless he's a part of a killing clan.
Make him tough, make him mean
by whipping his ego until it screams.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
treat him like sh*t.

Invade a foreign land
where we have no business being
and grab as much as you possibly can.
just remember, the whole world is seeing.
Saunter around like a militarized punk
treat the people just like they are junk
trample them down underneath your shoe
say its for freedom, but freedom for who?
Trash their culture, slander their ways
then wonder why for your death they pray.
Sh*t, sh*t sh*t,
treat them like sh*t.

"If you ain't with us, then you are against us"
is the statement that we shout.
We use it to start a fuss
an excuse to be a lout.
And anyone who doesn't go along
we claim as being a part of the enemy throng.
"Its our way or the highway"
has become a standard cry
so that we can have our say
and no one dare to ask why.
"We don't want our honor to sully."
is actually the rantings of a bully.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
treat them like sh*t.

Take a toddler when he's still a child
throw him into what we call a school
tell him that by the rules must abide
see how much of his mind you can fool.
Everything about him begin to chide
so you can turn him into societies tool.
Wash his mind in the way that you like
until you have power over the little tyke.
He'll grow up believing anything that you say
when over his thinking you've learned to hold sway
and you can get him to always obey.
Congratulations! You've created a lifelong prey!
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
Treat them like sh*t.

Your factory runs on human muscle
Constant work and constant bustle.
Keep the work force under your thumb,
give them from your profit the crumbs.
Drive out the union, the rebel, the bold
use manager goons to cower the fold.
Live only to get your share of the pie
don't care how others suffer and die.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
treat 'em like sh*t.

When you're in with the social crowd
and someone isn't, show you're proud,
by degrading him as below your status
even though it's you who's really the ass.
Embarrass her, make him feel small
because you think it makes you look tall.
Enjoy your moment, but fate will turn
and soon it shall be you who gets to be spurned.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
Treat them like sh*t.

Coach 'em in school that only the best count
and fill their heads with phony goals to mount.
Teach them that crap are all the rest
who aren't doing their very best
to be a cog in the great big wheel
that only supports the already well heeled.
Make their vanity as big as their muscles
that he who wins is he who hustles
that every advantage should be leapt on
no matter who you have to step upon.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
treat 'em like sh*t.

You believe that to be leader is your fate
but you are challenged by another candidate.
Find his weakness, stir up hate
the brains of the masses agitate.
Run him over, put him down
make him look like the local clown.
Be a total party line creep
till you are at the top of the heap.
Too bad you don't realize 'til you've climbed out of the pit
that the heap itself is made of sh*t.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
treat them like sh*t.

And when you've climbed your sh*t pile so high
And always looked out for Number One
whether with a business, law or gun,
take a moment and clear your eye
and recognize that although you've made yourself Ace
you've divorced yourself from the human race.
Don't expect love or companionship to be your friend,
live your life alone until the very end.
Just remember that the world will keep on turning
long after you're done in your grave churning.
And when you're rotted through and through
you yourself will be little more than poo too.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
now you're nothing but sh*t.

The funny story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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