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by Christopher D. Fee

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There's more to come. These are tunes for the long, circular swirl, catchy ditties to hum as we watch everything melt.

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released December 26, 2016

All instruments played by me, except:

Freakmas: vocals by Joshua and Jessica Gonzalez (they're related)

Men Overboard version of New American Century:

Guitars - Ron E Dee
Bass - Reverend Jesse Nemerofsky
Drums - Tim Gardner
Keyboards and Vocals - Me

Holiday With Lice: All instruments and vocals by Me,
except for the weird voices in the background, which are courtesy of

The Shawburd Redemption - Mike Shaw and Mike Burdick

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Track Name: Holiday With Lice
Hit me with a hammer, hit me with a brick
Choose between a liar and a narcissistic prick
We need a third party and we need it pretty quick
It's about time we realized out country is sick

Rich bitch, fat cat, nothing in between
You can't even run if you're not part of the machine
They run your life from cradle to grave
It's the Land of the Free, not the Home of the Slave

Rats run the race and we can't win it
It's a great big club and we're not in it
The two War Parties are about the same
Corporate thugs with different names

There's more of us than there are them,
But we keep on lettin' 'em do it

Again and again, again and again, again and again . . .
Track Name: New American Century
New American Century
Christopher D. Fee © 2015 MightyFee Music

Got a chip in my neck, don't need a credit card or a check
Hey what the heck it's the New American Century
Gotta watch what I say one false word and they take you away
Got to obey in the New American Century

The Bill of Rights is almost gone
I'm livin' in my panopticon
They're keeping me safe and that's alright by me
They've taken our personal liberties
To keep those terrorists overseas
But that's the price you pay for livin' free

Got a fifty cent coat and a Chinese hat
Made the robot bus in seconds flat
Every phone tapped in the New American Century

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The Bill of Rights is almost gone
I'm livin' in my panopticon
They're keeping me safe and that's alright by me
They've taken our personal liberties
To keep those terrorists overseas
But that's the price you pay for livin' free

Tight shirt, new pair of jeans. Lookin' sharp, feelin' clean.
Ready to be seen in the New American Century
Gotta watch what I say one false word and they take you away
Learn to obey in the New American Century
It's the New American Century
It's the New American Century
Track Name: Culcha
You got a burnin’ hunger but you don’t know how to feed it
So you buy a bunch of garbage but you do not really need it
Paint your phony fingernails and get a new tattoo
You ain't got no idea who made a monkey outta you

You drink a bunch of alcohol which makes you feel great
Then you drive down to the club because you do not have a date
You scope out all the gentlemen with whom you'd like to mate
And hope you're diet's working so you don't look overweight
You undo another button to display your booby bait
Approach a hot young fellow and hope to God he's straight
You think he's kinda cute in your inebriated state
So you look up at the clock and it's a quarter after eight
You know it's kind of early but you'd rather not wait
To get him back to your place and your hunger satiate
You dance a little while and let him know that you're available
Not only are you single but you're eminently nailable
The way you rub against him makes your conquest quite unfailable
So then you drive him back to your place

You got a burnin’ hunger but you don’t know how to feed it
So you buy a bunch of garbage but you do not really need it
Paint your phony fingernails and get a new tattoo
You ain't got no idea who made a monkey outta you


Free advertising that shows where my ass is
Twelve pounds of makeup and phony eyelashes
Facebook and texting and big phony hair
Gallons of hairspray and buckets of Nair
Porcelain teeth and two big plastic boobs
Chemical beauty that comes out of tubes
Track Name: Bark and Lounger
Crackers on a black plate . . . We are free as they allow us to be . . .
Track Name: The Teabag Shuffle
Guns! Freedom! Merica!
Track Name: Abu Ghraib
Abu Ghraib
© 2015 – Christopher D. Fee – QuietFyre Ltd

Stack ‘em up in a pyramid
Put a cigarette out in their ear
Tie ‘em tight to a waterboard
Make ‘em scream out what you wanna hear
Make ‘em think they’ll get bit by a doggy
Take a picture and shout hip hooray
Long as you don’t hurt internal organs
Everything gonna be OK

Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib, where the sand monkeys learn to behave
Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib
Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib, where bad citizens learn to behave
Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib . . .

Learned a lot from the general
But we can’t ever say who he was
Put the blame on the little guy
Say the orders don’t come from above
Say we made up our own methods of torture
Which everyone does the same way
Because we rely on embedded reporters
Make the whole ugly thing go away

I heard on Fox News the other day
That the president just didn’t know
All about WMD
In the north, west, and south and below
Don’t wanna get sent to detention
When they trot out the NDAA
Lots of things that you’d better not mention
Or the government takes you away
Track Name: New American Century, MOB Version
Got a chip in my neck, don't need a credit card or a check
Hey what the heck, it's the New American Century
Gotta watch what I say, one false word and they take you away
Learn to obey, it's the New American Century

The Bill of Rights is almost gone
I'm living in my panoptican
But they're keeping me safe so that's alright by me

They've taken our personal liberties
To keep those terrorists overseas
But that's the price you pay for livin' free . . .

Got some Mexican shoes and a Chinese hat
Made the robot bus in seconds flat
Every phone tapped, it's the New American Century

The Bill of Rights is almost gone
I'm living in my panoptican
But they're keeping me safe so that's alright by me

New shirt, new pair of jeans
Lookin' sharp, feelin' clean
Ready to be seen in the New American Century

Gotta watch what I say, one false move and they take you away
Learn to obey, it's the New American Century