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Thursday, October 7, 2010

"Frackin Assholes" by Mrs Pain


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"This is a song about the fine state of Pennsylvania. I am quite fond of Pennsylvania. I have lived here all my life. Sometimes when I hear news about the gas drilling and water pollution on the radio, I cry. Dear Pennsylvania, I love you. You are beautiful all over. I hope everything works out okay for you in the end. This song is for you."

FRACKIN' ASSHOLES
by Mrs.Pain

Why did we think that it was a good plan
to shoot up our land with a needle full of heroine...
Why don't we drink that dirty well water
to wash down the money in our mouths...
Think of your sons, man, think of your daughters,
Think of your mothers man, think about your grandfathers,
Think about the other men, you won't get a chance again when
food mass and crude gas and rude greed
have ruined you...

What's with all these fracking assholes?
What's with all these noisy trucks?
Why is it we let them kill us,
just to make a couple bucks?
What's with all this nasty fracture,
dirtying our water flow,?
Why is it we keep forgetting
we've got no place else to go?

Why did we think that it was a good practice
to fracture our farms and frack without facts in
while sounding alarms for poisonous gases
beneath our green farms to poison the masses,
Think of your sons man, think of your daughters,
think of your grandchildren drinking well water...
Think about me man, think about you,
think for a minute about what you should do,
before you do it...before you drill us all to hell
and poison well, and now you have ruined it...

What's with all these fracking assholes?
What's with all these noisy trucks?
What's with all these big explosions,
devils dressed in tie and tux,
What's with all these floating fishies,
croaking swans and dying ducks,
Why is it we let them kill us,
just to make a couple bucks...

We have no time left for play now,
No time left to try our luck...
While the reaper buzzes busy,
from our green hills nectar sucks,
bringing only nasty fracture,
and a trail of dirty dough,
Why is it we keep forgetting
we've got no place else to go?

ABSOLUTELY

Mrs Pain - Philadelphia, Pa
Mrs Pain on MySpace - HERE

1 comment:

  1. I'm liking Ms. Pain!

    "devils dressed in tie and tux"

    "Why is it we keep forgetting
    we've got no place else to go?"

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