The Backward KingdomThe Backward Kingdom By Horace GrumbleThe Backward Kingdom
O’ let the nation mourn! O’ hear the country’s cries! Another political criminal gone! Another celebrity miscreant dies!
They gave their lives for perversion. They sacrificed for their lies. Dancing and singing in hallowed halls, bigger than life, lords of the flies!
Forty days in sackcloth and ashes, ninety days on the air. Recall their great deeds, forget their ill weeds. Show them how much we all care.
Hush little baby,
you can’t weep unsafe inside
you
The WarningThe Warning. By Horace GrumbleThe Warning
Something evil comes I can feel it in my bones To take away our freedom And drive us from our homes.
Something evil comes I sense it in the air I try to tell my family But they don’t seem to care
Something evil comes I saw it on TV I heard the madman shout it out “They threw away the key!”
Something evil comes With guns and chains and locks Mom and dad and children All buried in one box
Something evil comes I’d like to run away I don
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"In my experience, the probability that someone is right is increased proportionally by the intensity with which others are trying to prove him wrong."
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