Let's Go After the Buddhists
© 2004
(From "Homeland")
There's an enemy living among us
I think you who I mean
Nobody really knows a thing about them
Not even Martin Sheen
They're a threat to our standard of living
And the cheap supply of oil
I say let's rout their sorry asses out
Before they soil our American soil
Oh, let's go after the Buddhists
Let's knock some shaven heads
Those humanistic, non-materialistic,
Pacifistic slugabeds
They're ego-less and nonviolent
Un-American and weird
They just sit and stare at the wall and their
God doesn't even have a beard
Oh, I don't want to say too much about it
They might be listening right now
Meet me later in the parking lot
I got the yellow El Camino with the
Bumper sticker saying,
"Isolationism — Ask Me How!"
It's a nation of freedom and tolerance
And that's just plain dangerous
Let's wipe out terrorism everywhere
Except, of course, where the terrorists are us
Oh, let's go after the Buddhists
Let's go rough up some monks
Those semi-mystic, anti-dualistic
Morally relativistic punks
Instead of contemplating their navels
They can contemplate our naval might
Hone your epithets, grab a torch and let's
Go find somebody to enlight...en
Hey, dude
You look like you'd
Have a patri-idiotic attitude
Let's kick some Bude!
Oh...mmm