Backstabbers, Inc. Voorhees, Krueger, Myers, and Bush Lyrics:
This one's a ghost tale, so you can turn and tell
him of your fight to death. And he'll grin, and
he'll nod, and he'll say he understands. This
fortunate son. You fortunate son. We should all be
as lucky as to be patted on the ass every time we
lie, cheat and steal from the pee-ons. Your silver
spoon must have given you the idea of playing
father figure / fucking Santa Clause. Because I
remember the time you gave me and the rest of your
nation's children hush money in the amount of
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three hundred bucks. We were supposed to call it
even, shrug our shoulders and give up on anything
better. I'm sure you want me to think of this
everytime I see your spoiled, ugly face plastered
on every propaganda machine you can bribe, and I
do. I think of it every time I hear "another
thousand dead". Another day like the rest.
"Signing off,goodnight an god bless".
"Another thousand dead, a thousand laid to
rest". This bastard signed us off with
goodnight and god bless. You fucking fortunate
son. Is this what you wanted? There aren't enough
holesin the ground to bury the lives that you've
wrecked
Lyrics: Voorhees, Krueger, Myers, and Bush, Backstabbers,
Inc. [end]