Some appropriate lyrics from Zappa song, "Dumb All Over"

Whoever we are, Wherever we're from,
We shoulda noticed by now, Our behavior is dumb.
And if our chances expect to improve,
It's gonna take a lot more Than trying to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether.

Nerds on the left, Nerds on the right
Religious fanatics On the air every night
Sayin' the bible Tells the story,
Makes the details Sound real gory
'bout what to do If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book We got over here.

You can't run a country By a book of religion,
Not by a heap Or a lump or a smidgen
Of foolish rules, Of ancient date,
Designed to make You all feel great
While you fold, spindle and mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state.

To arms! To arms! Hooray! that's great
Two legs ain't bad Unless there's a crate
They ship the parts to mama in For souvenirs:
two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, but what the hey?
The good book says:
It's gotta be that way
But their book says:
Revenge the crusades...
With whips 'n chains 'n hand grenades...
Two arms? two arms? Have another and another,
Our God says "it's all okay"
Our God says "this is the way!"

That's what they say
Every night....
Every day....
Hey, we can't really be dumb
If we're just following god's orders
Hey, let's get serious
God knows what he's doing
He wrote this book here
An' the book says:
He made us all to be just like him,
So...
If we're dumb...
Then God is dumb...
(an' maybe a little ugly on the side)

Hello! Anybody home?
Special Delivery.
(Oh no . . . )
Registered Mail. You're gonna have to sign for this buddy.
(Oh no . . . )
Come on, I know you're in there.
(Oh no . . . )

I don't wanna get drafted. I don't want to go
I don't wanna get drafted.

I don't wanna get drafted. I don't want to go
I don't wanna get drafted
No-no-no.

Roller skates and disco is a lot of fun
I'm too young and stupid to operate a gun.

I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted.

My-ay-ay sister don't wanna get drafted
She don't wanna go
My sister don't wanna get drafted.

My-ay-ay sister don't wanna get drafted
She don't wanna go
My sister don't wanna get drafted
Woh-oh-woh-oh-woh.

Wars are really ugly, they're dirty and they're cold.
I don't want nobody to shoot her in the foxhole . . . foxhole.

I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted.

Wars are really ugly, they're dirty and they're cold
I don't want nobody to shoot me in the foxhole . . . foxhole.

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole . . .

They got lies so big
They don't make a noise
They tell 'em so well
Like a secret disease
That makes you go numb


With a big ol' lie
And a flag and a pie
And a mom and a bible
Most folks are just liable
To buy any line
Any place, any time


When the lie's so big
As in Robertson's case,
(That sinister face
Behind all the Jesus hurrah)


Could result in the end
To a worrisome trend
In which every American
Not "born again"
Could be punished in cruel and unusual ways
By this treacherous cretin
Who tells everyone
That he's Jesus' best friend


When the lie's so big
And the fog gets so thick
And the facts disappear
The Republican Trick
Can be played out again
People, please tell me when
We'll be rid of these men!


Just who do they really
Suppose that they are?
And how did they manage to travel as far
As they seem to have come?
Were we really that dumb?


People, wake up
Figure it out
Religious fanatics
Around and about
The Court House, The State House,
The Congress, The White House


Criminal saints
With a "Heavenly Mission" --
A nation enraptured
By pure superstition


When the lie's so big
And the fog gets so thick
And the facts disappear
The Republican Trick
Can be played out again
People, please tell me when
We'll be rid of these men!

Ok, we need to form a Zappa club and have our own message board!

we have to have Zomby Woof as the leader :-)

He's just about as evil as a boogy man can be!

10 years gone...if he were around today, he'd be giving bushco SUCH A REAMING! i've posted 'dumb all over' several times here, those lyrics are so appropriate.

i saw zappa four times i'm happy to say.