Out of Order (dedicated to Charlie)

I can sling a two-ton wrecking ball with the violence of the sun
Whip a fiery comet — wholly obliterate all you’ve done
I’ll surf mile high tsunamis that destroy your natural flow
And force a tornado to my will, Mach One gale winds blow.

I’m out of order and I’m really alive
I cannot conform to your cattle drive
I’ll rail and scream and tear down your walls
You cannot control those who’ve brains and balls.

I can make the nuclear destruction of Hiroshima look like a parade
Send shivers up the spine of Mother Nature with a simple tirade
Command continents to upheaval so much to cause Richter to blush
Infinite Chaos defers to my bidding: Snap – you’re crumbled to dust.

I’m out of order and I’ll gleefully yell
I cannot lie down to your numbing hell
I think what I want and do what is right
You’ll not control me outside a deadly fight.

Oh you dream of controlling our sons and our daughters
Your money and guns scare the sheep to their slaughter
Pulling our race’s wool, posing you’re here for our good
But sinister self-serving greed is what’s under your hood.

I’m out of order and this ain’t no rap
I’m sick and tired of Republicrat crap
Religious hypocrites are politico’s slaves
Men who are free are ones who’ll be saved.

I’m out of order and I’m really alive
I cannot conform to your cattle drive
I’ll rail and scream and tear down your walls
You cannot control those who’ve brains and balls.