deep beneath the bowels of the skillhouse
where the bones of crusaders are hidden in walls
the shin of salidin, a goblet made from blackbeard’s chin
the pr-ck of christ, hitler’s ball
the body of reagan lies there enshrined
pulsating as steel and flesh are entwined
peering through the necro-scope, the spypriest unseen
the soul of reagen is found through it’s dreams
spirit-racked, tormented, undead, and unclean
the will of reagan drives your nation’s latest war-machine
bristling with rocket pods
gatling guns and cannon
the latest in technology to slay the foes of mammon
the reaganator and the u.s.a.!
we’ll kill anything that gets in our way!
we’re greatest country, so you have to die, that’s why!
so ronnie went to cuba, locked on to ole’ fidel
put a missle through his window, filled up the place he’d left in h-ll
after that he thought he might just take on the whole world
and leave a bl–dy pothole where the stars and bars could be unfurled
but there was one flaw that was in the design
it was so bad that he had to resign
the reaganator used fossil fuel, some people never learn
and for this lack of vision your country will f-cking burn
you see the reaganator lying flat on his -ss?
quite simply he ran out of gas