Sunday, May 2, 2010

Raised on Buggery

Sung To Raised on Robbery

He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Liberale
Another liberal crisis for diversion
So no one's thinking for themselves
Boys being molested at the home of the Leafs (true
Along comes the fag scribes crying the narcissistic blues
Let them sit you down and they'll tell you what makes news
Being a pervert in the privacy of their homes
Will never gather young converts and champion their shame
It's their shame, It's their shame....It's their bloody crying shame
Look at those decrepitudes lining their Damned parades
When did this filth become the longest emergency in human rights
And bounce all real crimes against humanity out of sight
Hey honey you got lots of Catholics to bash
Trouble is, it's your own kind, who make up their trash
Add your judges, politicians and like comedians
And we'll have some laughs on the side
Too many victims committed suicide
But healthy is to be raised on buggery

I could write myself a pretty good book
On all the neighborhood innocence, the police mechanic took
And the mental anguish he caused on the 'healthy' ways he introduced
In that dark fox's lair above his garage
He molested my brother and my friends to his heart content
And what if he was caught, no time would be spent
He'd be put in your community just to re-offend
And under witness- like protection...some amends!
We've all been raised in the age of buggery!

We've yet to win a fight, the establishment is clear
They want more than our laws our schools and for us to take their jeers
They want our kid's, body and souls helped along with disdain from our peers
Pretend marriages and families put up a good front for fools
While academics and entertainment is what has made it all cool
Nothing stands for children, except perverted evil drool
And this is the obsession, they called culture of the Sixties and on,
Even God has forsaken us all and beyond
While parents have been AWOL in the age of buggery

Paul Gordon

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