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Get the Product Out (Lyrics and Music by John Dachik)

Meet the rifleman who is now chair and CEO/
Finding fault with gun control despite what he does know/
Our top model converts to auto per militia needs/
Legislation benefactors need not live in grief/
Together with the NRA the heads that we will mount/
I'm just trying to get my product out/

Meet the musicman who is now chair and CEO/
Turning out all the tripe on which the kids will grow/
Self-medicated noise that terrifies the old/
Fifteen years old breasts will mark our path and lead to gold/
Free music sharing threats to take away our clout/
I'm just trying to get my product out/

Meet the medicine man who is now chair and CEO/
Churning out the useless pills Americans swallow/
Baldness, warts, and impotence are cured to our great joy/
Sixty-year-old men can roam the streets like horny boys/
Socializing medicine must be put down/
I'm just trying to get my product out/

You don't have to buy my friend, you need not consume/
But you cannot turn away, we will not be refused/
Here within free enterprise there's nothing you can do/
When we shape and fill the world revolving around you/

Meet the preacher man who will now lead his flock to bliss/
If you follow all the rules provided on his list/
But the church will say do as they pray not as they do/
And then they will prey upon the hell they'll put you through/
If you fear all our pitchmen your life will work out/
If you buy the product I put out/
If you buy the product I put out/

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The Great Transport (Lyrics and Music by John Dachik)

Hey now down there look up from below/
I'm waving my wings just to say hello/
I know you can see through my line of smoke/
You're burning alive in the fires you stoke/
United or American as we all are these days/
I invite you to come and to fly my airways/
As long as you promise to use me for good/
And not to abuse me as I knew you would/

Chorus: I am the great mass transport of the sky/
And if you want me to wave goodbye/
You're on the right track keep on living your lie/
And when you're not looking away I will fly/

Born in a Boeing plant that's since been shut down/
But I'm still here I'm still moving around/
Thousands of workers are now unemployed/
And no one's returned yet to fill their void/
Though you will strengthen my cockpit doors/
It's your lines in the sand that you reinforce/
All that I see just seems paranoid/
And if you're not careful you'll all be destroyed/

Chorus

Crash in your buildings, launch all your bombs/
And you expect me to go right along/
With engines a-flame and with nose to the air/
I wish I could find something peaceful somewhere/
With Fat Men to drop and with missiles to dodge/
I'm not quite so scary as my fuselage/
And now that your soldiers fly off to war/
I know you will soon pay for all I've endured/

I am the great mass transport of the sky/
And if you want me to wave goodbye/
You're on the right track keep on living your lie/
And when you're not looking away I will fly/

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