Lyrics: Lard. Pure Chewing Satisfaction. War Pimp Renaissance.

Yippee tai-yai-yai-yo!
Evil commie empire's gone
Yippee tai-yai-yai-yay!
Now we're the only one

Let there be peace on Earth
What ever gave you that idea
Economy depends on guns
We'll have an arms race with ourselves

March!
March!
Forward to the caves!

General who's never been to war
Is like a rapist who's never been laid
Like shootin' fish in a barrel
Inner child must be fed

Deep-fry a quarter million ragheads
Into crispy Eagle Snacks
Pure chewing satisfaction
Pure chewing satisfaction

March!
March!
Ah-Ha-Ha
(Question ain't, "Who killed JFK?"
But, where are they now?.
Who's a-gonna buy our missiles?
Who's a-gonna buy our guns?
Everyone on the whole damned planet
We'll throw in free land mines

Starve the Russians 'til a nut takes over
Put the Arms Race back on boil
As the world's population's exploding
Wars for water, not oil

Too damn many people already
Clutter land we could use for golf
Egg 'em on to bloodbaths like Rwanda
Help 'em eat each other alive

Praise God
We brought the rapture on
Hey, wait for me...