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Whoever we are

Wherever we're from

We shoulda noticed by now

Our behavior is dumb

And if our chances

Expect to improve

It's gonna take a lot more

Than tryin' to remove

The other race

Or the other whatever

>From the face

Of the planet altogether



They call it THE EARTH

Which is a dumb kinda name

But they named it right

'Cause we behave the same...

*We are dumb all over*

Dumb all over,

Yes we are

Dumb all over,

Near 'n far

Dumb all over,

Black 'n white

People, we is not wrapped tight



Nurds on the left

Nurds on the right

Religous fanatics

On the air every night

Sayin' the Bible

Tells the story

Makes the details

Sound real gory

'Bout what to do

If the geeks over there

Don't believe in the book

We got over here



You can't run a race

Without no feet

'N pretty soon

There won't be no street

For dummies to jog on

Or doggies to dog on

Religous fanatics

Can make it be all gone

(I mean it won't blow up

'N disappear

It'll just look ugly

For a thousand years...)



You can't run a country

By a book of religion

Not by a heap

Or a lump or a smidgeon

Of foolish rules

Of ancient date

Designed to make

You all feel great

While you fold, spindle

And mutilate

Those unbelievers

>From a neighboring state



TO ARMS! TO ARMS!

Hooray! That's great

Two legs ain't bad

Unless there's a crate

They ship the parts

To mama in

For souvenirs: two ears *(Get Down!)*

Not his, not hers, *(but what the hey?)*

The Good Book says:

*("It gotta be that way!")*

But their book says:

*"REVENGE THE CRUSADES...

With whips 'n chains

'N hand grenades..."*

TWO ARMS? TWO ARMS?

Have another and another

Our God says:

*"There ain't no other!"*

Our God says

*"It's all okay!"*

Our God says

*"This is the way!"*



It says in the book:

*"Burn 'n destroy...*

*'N repent, 'n redeem*

*'N revenge, 'n deploy*

*'N rumble thee forth*

*To the land of the unbelieving scum on

the other side*

*'Cause they don't go for what's in the

book*

*'N that makes 'em BAD*

*So verily we must choppeth them up*

*And stompeth them down*

*Or rent a nice French bomb*

*To poof them out of existance

*While leaving their real estate just where

we need it*

*To use again*

*For temples in which to praise

OUR GOD*

*("Cause he can really take care of

business!")*



And when his humble TV servant

With humble white hair

And humble glasses

And a nice brown suit

And maybe a blond wife who takes

phone calls

Tells us our God says

It's okay to do this stuff

Then we gotta do it,

'Cause if we don't do it,

We ain't gwine up to *hebbin!*

(Depending on which book you're using

at the

time...Can't use theirs... it don't work

...it's all lies...Gotta use mine...)

Ain't that right?

That's what they say

Every night...

Every day...

Hey, we can't really be dumb

If we're just following *God's Orders*

Hey, let's get serious...

God knows what he's doin'

He wrote this book here

An' the book says:

*He made us all to be just like Him,"

so...

If we're dumb...

Then God is dumb...

*(An' maybe even a little ugly on the side