We The People - Lyrics

We the People - the Album by Chris Miller

All music and lyrics copyright 2008. Patriot Music Online. All rights reserved. 1 -HOPE MAKES THE TERRORISTS DEAD-

2 -PATRIOT SONG-

Spread all the wealth, Says this candidate stealth Cause high taxes worked in the past Media fall on your knees for the One And when all pay ten bucks for Gas

The man he say the government will solve my problems That raisin’ taxes is a patriotic scheme They say the devil’s smooth and coy I may be just a country boy Mister, get your dirty hands off of my dreams

War is so yucky So let’s run and hide And stick all our heads in the sand The bad guys will probably Just leave us alone And forget to come blow up our land

The man say son, you’re better off we just run your healthcare He say we’ll redistribute all your hard earned cash Well see that beautiful flag flying bold and true Star-spangled, red white n blue Pardon me, but mister you can kiss my ass

What the world needs now Is Barack Obama Like I need a hole in my head What we all need now Is Barack Obama Cause “hope” makes the terrorists dead Open the borders And pass out the cash It’s time for compassion and change Don’t worry we’ll just Print more money, you fool Till big brother is at home on the range What the world needs now Is Barack Obama Like I need a poke in the eye What we all need now

3 -For the GipperThrough the ages folks have been ruled, by Cruel dictatorships and communist fools, well They were bad men, but now they’re cool Talkin’ ‘bout Che Gueverra and Marx See the kids dressed in their hammer n’ sickle shirts, now 100 million dead, but that ain’t the worst, these Utopian beliefs come round and haunt us like a curse Doesn’t anyone remember Rocky IV? So, Ronald Reagan, where did you go? Above the shining city upon a hill- we miss you so And now the government gonna jack my taxes anyway The Russian Bear’s awake, partners with a Cuban crew Venezuela’s on the march, and the Chicoms too These are countries in which it totally sucks to be you Doesn’t anyone remember the movie Red Dawn? So, Ronald Reagan, where did you go? Above the shining city upon a hill, we miss you so And now the government gonna jack my taxes anyway So if you’re watching, Ronnie pass the word Along to the big Guy upstairs, so our prayers are heard And maybe let us win one, for the Gipper’s America baby 5 -UNDER THE BUSGoing to church What do I see Man full of hatred Preachin’ at me

Now you may know about social justice And you might cry for old Saddam Well you might know ‘bout community organization But I don’t give a damn Cause the world is crawling with terrorist dreams So thank the Lord for the US Marines That in America I can sing this patriot song Now you talk about Hope and Change like we’re just children Like some pied piper man leadin’ kids out from the gate Well maybe some of my brothers been fooled by you But sooner or later they’ll see right through And until that day we’ll just hope its not too late Now you can blame it all on the last guy Or you can stand up and be a man Not a single attack in over seven years Is that so hard to understand? Because al-qaeda don’t take vacation days So thank the Lord above for the Green Berets That in America I can sing this patriot song Now you may not believe me mister, but I’m prayin’ fer you That you might lead this country and try to do what’s right And so from sea to shining sea Because of the brave we’re living free In America we sing this patriot song 4 -All I Want for Christmas In the land of Persia A little man with beady eyes He dreams of conquest in a world Where every Jewish person dies United Nations Doesn’t think he’ll cause a flap my little Mahmud wants to wipe Israeli borders off the map Off the map Mahmud Ahmadinejad don’t phase me The little guy is crazy But he’s workin’ on a bomb and so we better take that lunatic out He’ll go an cry about the Great Satan up in his business And all I want for Christmas Is a bunker buster baby raining fire on his nuclear sites Mahmud is crabby all the time Seein’ freedom in Iraq Iranian people Might see it grow and want it back Do you remember long ago Once upon a time it seems Another little man set out Upon his genocidal dreams

It’s been twenty years I been prayin’ with him Now that the spotlight’s on I think it’s a sin Under the bus That’s where you go He’s not the man (I swear) That I used to know I got a friend Who set a couple o’ bombs The capitol Building And the pentagon Now you can always tell Which way the wind will blow Caused he’s a weather man Who’s waitin’ to explode Under the bus That’s where you go He’s not the man That I used to know I got the people fooled I got ‘em sleeping fast Round and round my wheels go I’m gonna hit the gas Now if you really believe In everything I say Well then you probably think You’re safely outta my way… I’ll throw you under the bus That’s where you’ll go Gonna change America Babe I hope you know I got the people fooled I got ‘em sleeping fast Round and round my wheels go Keep my foot on the gas 7 -WHERE WERE YOU BORN?A funny thing went in the presidential race ‘08 The democratic nominee was thought to be so great But our founders made a rule and what they wrote was really clear Only natural-born citizens are eligible, my dear Obama, tell us, where you born? Cause the media won’t do their job anymore You’re grandmother in Kenya said You were born on foreign shores So Barry, tell us, where oh where were you born? You’d think that ol’ Barack would wanna try and nip this in the bud To settle all these lawsuits, and wipe away the rumor-mud The one thing that could prove it, he won’t let anybody see A bona fide presidential birth certificate mystery Obama, tell us, where you born? Cause the media won’t do their job anymore You’re grandmother in Kenya said You were born on foreign shores So Barry, tell us, where oh where were you born? Can you confirm, Barack where were you born? Cause the jpeg on your website was proven forged I gotta say pal, to me, this whole thing just smells rotten to the core So Barry, tell us where oh where were you born Barack Hussein Obama, where were you born? You don’t like your middle-name spoken aloud, in your side a thorn Obama tell us where oh where were you born? Obama tell us where oh where were you born?

6 -OUTTA CONTROL!Leftist courts, they try to legislate from The bench they change The scope of the Constitution Circuit Nine, is filled with ultra libs who Deliberate- over penumbras they fawn So do you cherish your freedom of speech? Or think your home will be safe from their reach? The government has big, white teeth and the courts Are crazy outta control! Hidden rights, the double-secret kind within Amendment 14 But not in amendment 2 Pelosi and Reid, and the Chosen One will shut my Record down, singin’ Fairness Doctrine Blues So do you cherish your freedom of speech? Or think your home will be safe from their reach? The government has big, white teeth-and the courts Are just outta control! They’re gonna come for the guns in your name And teach you all about eminent domain Jurisprudence turned into a game 8 -That DayIt was just another ordinary day You crept on in, and took our innocence away Telephone rings, I turn on the news Got nothing to win, and everything to lose That day Yeah you crept in, and took our planes See the towers falling, all the smoke and flames Sometimes we pay for our freedom, such a heavy cost Pray for our fallen brothers and sisters that we lost That day Little girl sits by the phone Her daddy ain’t never comin’ home My God just look what you’ve done So go and hide in your caves with your cowardly ways But we will never ever forget That day I seen you dancin’ in the streets Say hello to Allah, Johnny-jihad, if we should meet So wave your hands, and shoot your guns in the air Celebrate how you killed innocent men and women who were there That day But you will never understand The spirit of this great land Thank God united we stand We’re gonna do what we can (talkin’ to you, Iran), and we will never ever forget That day So God Bless the USA And … and your fundamental ways ‘cause this here’s the home of the brave So go to hell when you die, and be sure to say hi to Hitler, when you get there That day

Thanks: To my lovely wife and children, and to our brave men and women in the military who allow us to enjoy the blessings of liberty. Thanks also to the millions of hard-working Americans who make this country work…this record is for you!