I’d like to have an army, Bill,
that I could call my own,
an army I could move around
the country, from town to town,
and they would wear, like, uniforms,
camo or black or brown,
and scare the hell out of protestors
wherever they are found.
Ratta-tat tat. Teargas attack.
And that, Billy-boy, is that!
And I would like some tanks, Bill,
at least a hundred, maybe more,
your Sherman or your German Tiger,
(a lot of them are for sale),
and they could plow into and over
those Portland punks the way
they did back when the tanks drove
over protestors in Beijing’s Tiananmen.
Line ‘em up. Grind ‘em up.
And, Billy-boy, that’s a wrap!