A little bit of propoganda

Hush little baby, don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird. 

And if your mockingbird gets shot
well honey that's a sin, so don't get caught.

If you get caught you'll go to jail,
though Mommy will probably pay your bail.

And if she has no money in hand,
I'm sure she'll deal with the loaning man

And if his interest is too high
Your mommy will trade her kidneys and eyes,

And if the zombies are found to be poor
She'll sell herself traveling door to door

Cause zombies are real and she will be blind,
And they'll try to eat you too, cause your smell they can find.

But you just have to shoot everybody you can
And make sure to short-shrift that loaning man

Cause if you're cool enough you'll get lots of girls
And the meaning of life is diamonds and pearls.

So don't forget son, that God hates gays
That commercial's there's not for a passing craze

Minorities are stupid and murder is funny,
if you can't make bail you can sell your mummy. 

Maybe she deserves it since she let you
Play those video games when you were two

Because there's a difference between bubble wrapping kids
And filtering their intake of adult YouTube vids.

Their brains aren't devloped, so that's your job,
You don't want their role models to be in the Mob.

Your mom tried to be cool and she raised you wrong
I'm sorry, I hate that, so have a song. 


-Citron