Neil Cicierega
T.M.H. Country Roads
Why do they always send the poor?

Barbarisms by Barbaras with pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel for brand new spanking deals
Marching forward, hypocritic and hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies

Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine

Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying, "Freedom"
Handed to obsoletion, still, you feed us lies

Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshinе

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, ooh-ooh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, ooh-ooh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, ooh-ooh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, ooh-ooh

Everybody's going to the party, have a rеal good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, ooh-ooh