We're not the dowdy, old fogy fuddy-duds the mainstream media try to portray us as. We rock! Our ideas rock! Our music rocks! And on November 2nd 2010, we rocked this nation from coast to coast! So whether you're 18 or 80, if you love freedom, calling your own shots, limited government, American exceptionalism, the Constitution, and telling DC (and Boise, Tallahassee, Sacramento, Austin, Albany, Nashville, etc) to mind their own damn business, you're a Tea Party Rocker. So let's rock!

Friday, November 5, 2010

Hooks and Chains by 10 Pound Test



You got a leg tingle, dincha? The next day we had to pinch ya
To convince you it wasn't a dream.
He's your perfect Commie leader, a teleprompter reader
On the TV your eyes sure gleam.
Every time you make mention of the source of all our tension
He's your hero, but he sure ain't mine.
'Cause the way I see it, in the end he's gonna be it --
The catalyst of our decline!
(Chorus)
Hooks and Chains...I can't believe you fell for his lies
Hooks and Chains...before you vote you should open your eyes
'Cause the truth was always plain to see if you'd used your brain.
Hooks and Chains...yeah, what he said really sounded good
Hooks and Chains...if you'd read between the lines, you'd have understood
That what he meant was "yes we can, flush our nation down the drain!"
(Guitar solo)
Our nation he's infected 'cause he never has respected our history and our ways
He was raised by radicals on Leninist sabbatical, he's lived his life in a Communist haze
Don't know a thing about his past, came out of nowhere really fast
Don't even know where he was really born
Pulled the wool over your eyes with his Utopian lies
Our Constitution has been torn.
(Chorus)
Hooks and Chains...you seem surprised that he lied to us
Hooks and Chains...when he said he would be fair and just
'Cause anyone who's been successful has his disdain.
Hooks and Chains...I can't believe you voted for that punk
Hooks and Chains...you must've been really high or drunk
I hope you feel really good while our nation whithes in pain!
(Guitar solo)
There are no ifs, ands, or buts, you're his useful idiots
You're the tools in his Communist plan
You're so filled to the brimmage with his cool, hip image
He's nothin' but a mystery man.
So give some thought to the range of his "fundamental change"
As you're trampled by a government boot.
How happy you must be that the Presidency
Is filled with an empty suit.
(Chorus)
Hooks and Chains...how does it feel to be his chump?
Hooks and Chains...you ask how high when he says "jump"
He has no substance, but you sure love his style.
Hooks and Chains...well you can call me anything you want
Hooks and Chains...try to shout me down, tease and taunt
But don't forget you're also tied with his Hooks and Chains!
Don't forget you're also tied with his Hooks and Chains!
So next time before you vote, try gettin' up off your brains!

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