Man of the Year

Chesley B. Sullenberger III

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
Well, maybe land like a plane with Canadian Geese in it's engines, anyway...
for you are the water beneath my wings.

Generica the Hideous

O hideous flourescent signs,
For "add another lane",
For architectural tragedies
Across the strip mall plain!

Generica! Generica!
God turns His face from thee,
And crowns thy bad with waste, called gas
From cheese to Mickey D's!

Take Me Out to the Ghetto...

Take me out to the Ghetto...
Take me out to the slums.

Buy me some rounds and a bag of crack,
I don't think I'll be making it back!

For it's shoot, shoot, shoot at the gangstas,
Cause they hunt me like game!

And it's one, two, three shots you're dead,
In Crackton, USA!