Nothing's worse than where we are heading.
Hell, I might dig a
They might love the electric chair
Or our lethal injection
Might catch on there
We can leave
With a "just peace,"
Claim victory in the war on drugs
And leave the dealing to the warlords and the thugs.
Let them have their honor killing;
There is no real harm if
They are willing
For season tickets to the beheadings.