The Sunny Shits
Mama, I’ll fight the Indians and Cowboys,
I won’t let the Shiites or Sunis get you,
I stand tartan plaid,
Pround Scottish past warrior defeats foe,
Will be your headline on the morrow.
Blood never spills on peaceful shores,
Unless caught unaware,
Toll din of the bell.
I think we were having a bad day,
And there is no such thing,
As a bad day.
It must have been deliberate,
Bored, rebellious, irresponsible.
Do you think God worships you?
Are you worthy of yourself?
Swell then and save the world,