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Love, Fishbone

My brother-in-law Gordie introduced me to this (and many other) song.

This song gets me through the day sometimes. It was originally written as a tribute to Reagan, but in the video they also dedicate it to the current president (who was W at the time).

I feel it applies to others as well... LOL!

Lyrics:

Boy you've got no reason and you've got no sense
Your stupid lies, it just makes me wince
Your face is twisted and your mind is warped
You scare me sick 'cuz i just want to get out

All the children's ?suffering? lies in your hands
Unless the commies are gonna heed your demands
Your mind is twisted and your flesh is warm
You scare me sick 'cuz i just want to get out

U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ugly
U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ugly
U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ugly
U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ug, ugly ugly

Boy you've got no feelings and you've got no friends
You're just a monkey that the masses defend
Your mind is twisted and your brain is rave
You scare me sick 'cuz i just have to escape

Boy you've got no method to control us all
For the mentalities are not that small
And now you're thinkin' that you have won
But the revolution has just begun!

U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ugly
Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye, you're just ugly
U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ugly
U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ug, ugly ugly

U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ugly
U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ugly
U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ugly
U-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, you're just ug, ugly ugly

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