The Last Ditch Stand - Please Bro Don't Tase Me Lyrics

Holy Dove, Trailer park thugs
all dressed in black,
boots on your back,
taser gun, so much fun
but please bro don't tase me

Nevermind the neverending
hidden meanings,
we got no atmosphere worth breathing
peeling layers, teasin trouble
the struggle up means keeping low
until the right moment

don't fret mama, the deserts still the desert
the gods still plunder one another
pornographic exploitation
of the human population
pines the ruling oligarchy
they say it clear
food riots, flash mobs
a'comin' shortly

purpose made perfect slaves
that's the natural order these days

don't fret mama, the deserts still the desert
slated for extinction, abrupt and cruel
the dark ages here again so soon?
they say it clear
food riots, flash mobs
a'comin shortly
so please bro
don't tase me