“House of the Black Hole Sons”
(sung to the tune of “House of the Rising Sun”)
There is a House in Washington
The home of the Black Hole Sons
Their mouths are filled with greedy men’s butt hairs
Oh God, can we execute just one?
Their purpose in life is to tailor
Protection for the greedy man’s schemes
They could give a damn about the working man
Need proof? Look at New Orleans
Now the only thing the Black Hole Sons need
Is no taxes and supply side junk
And the only time they're satisfied
Is when the middle class is fucked
-------organ solo-------
O’bama, tell the greedy
What’s coming is pitchforks and truncheons
Let them know that we’re coming after them next
After we’ve piked their Black Hole Sons
Well, we’ve got our feet on the platform
And our asses are on the crazy train
If our country becomes the next New Orleans
We will be bashing in greedy men’s brains
Cause there is a house in Washington
The home of the Black Hole Sons
Their mouths are filled with greedy men’s butt hairs
Oh God, can we execute just one?
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