Siren’s fractured Christmas carols

We will be featuring one of Praetorone and Biblebelted’s Fractured Christmas Carol’s daily until Christmas..Enjoy!-Dusty

FRACTURED CHRISTMAS CAROLS
by Praetorone, BibleBelted, Donatra,SweetPea. DoctorWho, and SweetPea

T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE BLOOD SHED Based on “T’was The Night Before Christmas” New version by BibleBelted
T’was the night before bloodshed and all through the land
All the people were worried, but George played his hand
The lies had been told on the TV with care
In hopes all the suckers would sit there and scare
“We tried ev’ry option” but that wasn’t true
He wanted this war and we acted on cue
The Neocons eager, more power they crave
For Empire they gladly send boys to the grave

They said it’s for weapons, mushroom clouds in the sky
And they said it’s for freedom, but don’t question why
“We’ll topple a tyrant, we’ll bring Saddam down.”
Can’t anyone see that our Fuhrer’s a clown?
Disagree you’re a traitor, or so they all say
They go right on lying in the same goddamn way
Bring on Mister Powell, with charts and a graph
If it weren’t so outrageous I’d chuckle or laugh

They appear on the boob tube, they distort, they deceive
Are we really so frightened we have to believe?
Propaganda is polished, it made Goebbels proud
The Decider is worried, he’s getting too loud
For freedom, for safety, for power, for glory
The words ever change, and it’s always a story
It’s a plan straight from hell, and the man heeds no call
He’ll maim and he’ll kill and he’ll cheer as they fall

Then upon the MidEast, there fell shock and awe
George sat there and chuckled, foam ran to his jaw.
“MY army is mighty, I’ll never be foiled
“Ignore the Iraqis, dear God, save the oil!”
The women are screaming as little ones die
But Chenney and Rummy are riding a high
The numbers look good, and they know how to sell
But they’re leading us on a descent into hell.

Boasting “Mission Accomplished, it all went our way.”
But they won’t say how long that our sons have to stay
Half a year was the longest that Rummy tossed out
It’s not realistic and I have some doubt
Many platitudes rising, the best they can quip
Although Junior looks fine on the deck of that ship
He’s bragging and boasting, the man loves to blow
Yet I can’t help but wonder, just how much does he know?

The year, it is passing, we’re still in Iraq
Fate seems to be running on a separate clock
We capture Saddam and a corner is turned
But our sons are bogged down and King George hasn’t learned
Now the Sunnis hate Shias, and vice versa too
The insurgency raging, will civil war do?
The years come and go, nearly three thousand dead
But George blunders on, he has no sense of dread

The children are weeping for loved ones long gone
The Demander and Thief says that he did no wrong
The corpses are rotting, the stench, it is thick
And the scent of burned flesh would make any soul sick
We can’t see the coffins, a sight he won’t share
He says he’s a Christian, but he doesn’t care
The killing continues, they let the blood flow
“Relax, don’t you worry,” said Spokes-liar Snow

The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
To the Empire builders, it’s all quite inane
Our psychopath leader, his black heart of ice
The same holds true for Cheney, Rummy, and Rice
For George it’s a pleasure, all the murder is fun
But you cannot be free at the point of a gun
So he pats his own back and he says “I’ve done well”
And yet, it continues, our descent into hell.