The Song Fight Bulletin Board

Ford's Theater Disaster

Got a one-way ticket
Gotta get aboard that plane
Got box cutters and a suicide
Nothing will ever be the same

You know he took his orders
From a man inside a cave
Plato kept him company
But Uncle Sam made the chains

9/11 was an inside job
The man had a plan to clip our wings
9/11 was an inside job
But we got this song to sing

From a penthouse in Manhattan
To the marble capitol steps
From the dusty hills of Texas
Yeah they placed their bets
Then they stacked the deck
Just to pay for fancy cars
On their victim's ashes
They laughed and lit cigars

9/11 was an inside job
The man had a plan to clip our wings
9/11 was an inside job
But we got this song to sing

Yeah they saw this coming
Saw their eyes and stepped aside
Built foundations of tragedy
Then they lied and lied and lied
Got a one-way ticket
Gotta get aboard that plane
Got box cutters: suicide mission
Nothing will ever be the same

9/11 was an inside job
The man had a plan to clip our wings
9/11 was an inside job
But we got this song
We got this song to sing

Mister Shot

Oh, oh yeah
Nine eleven was an inside job
Oh yeah
Nine eleven was an inside

I lost my mind after the Persian Gulf War
Been fighting the Iraqis on my bathroom floor
And every day a new startling event
Crashes through my brain like a bullet to the head
I must admit life has been kind of fun
With the straight jacket off but still on the good drugs
But all of that stopped in two thousand and one
When conspiracy reared its head, jumped the gun
Just great, why don’t you pour salt on the wound?
We won didn’t we? Why pretend to lose?
I’m through with trying to understand the game
Pull a stunt like that as an excuse to frame
Osama didn’t do shit, he’s on the bush payroll
Livin’ like a pimp in a cave set up with Tivo
Anyone can see, and the thermite dust proves it
Anything the government says, you’ll believe it

You’ve never seen zeitgeist? Well maybe you should
It exposes all the bullshit under the hood
Of this government, what is said that we have withstood
Was all a product of brainwashed childhoods
And I can say with confidence I’m not a model citizen
Never once recycled or donated to the dying kids
A penny or even a fraction of my income
All because I know exactly where the money’s from
And where it’s going, flowing in a circle
It hurts, Yo? I feel ya, my brain don’t even work, know?
Words flow in out up down big fear
Gripping this country, bitch, hand me a beer
Keep my head numb so I don’t ask questions
The CIA is after me I expect them any second
To bust down my door to perform a new lobotomy
Over the old one erasing the economy
From my concerns and I’ll like birds
And trees and flowers and the feel of fur
And bouncing balls will fascinate me like crazy
But I won’t remember even the slightest thing
What’s my name? Uh… I don’t remember!
They cut up my brain and now I’m in December
Every day, playing in the snow
Crossing my eyes to try to watch my nose grow

9/11 was an inside job by josh woodward


9/11 was an inside job
Get my knob inside your gob
Was it 9/11
or 11/9
Is the time 9:11
or 11:09

I'm havin a cup of tea
If you don't like me you can get to know these Testicles
Bouncing on your spectacles
im the fucking champion of trampling a bitch
look at this
don burke dug a hole
a big fucking hole
rowena wallace just went on the dole

9/11 was an inside job
Get my knob inside your gob
Was it 9/11
or 11/9
Is the time 9:11
or 11:09

street fighter ii
street fighter ii
ken ken ken ken ryu ken ken
street fighter ii
street fighter ii
ken ken ken ken ryu ken ken

Gooey Caramel Centaur

She shows up every now and then
Why is she here with you again?
We eye each other up preparing to fire
Who can remember how it started?
Nonetheless we are cold-hearted
No one wants to be the first to retire

Some ambient pressure turns the dial
Emotions well behind our smiles
The wind picks up and now the battle's beginning
I take a shot, but do no harm
She fires back, it skims my arm
We exchange formalities then exit the scene

9/11 was an inside job
All our warring is our own design
'Cause with the monster that I am in my heart
How can I say the problem isn't mine?
We tear our clothing and cry out to God
Why did you have to let the people die?
But when we kill them every time we blow up
Who are we to ask why?

He comes around on his own time
His fashion sense more quaint than mine
He said "hi" once: I couldn't find a retort
We've all seen him around before
Clearly this is a man of war
His tamer features betray eviler thoughts

A tricky eye, a funny bounce
A name that no one can pronounce
Just 'cause they haven't done an hour of Russian
All in the circle look around
Then quickly look back to the ground
It'd look natural if not for the blushing

What did I sign up for?
Why am I in this war?
I didn't hijack your plane
So I can not be to blame!

She shows up every now and then
Why is she here with you again?
In any case I came prepared for action, I
Detect you coming round the corner
Step aside so not to warn her
Your conversation is the perfect distraction, I

Duck to the side of your parade
And from my trench toss a grenade
The ears of randoms prick up at the kerfuffle
I pull back and out of sight
Bid this contorted scene goodnight
Leave it to you to nurse her coughs and her snuffles

Balance Lost feat. Becci

I don't know much about aeroplanes
But I know buildings don't fall down that way
I saw something there detonate
Concrete doesn't care much for flames

I've been watching too much TV
I'll believe any kind of conspiracy theory
No government got blamed for blowing up Aldgate East
It changes nothing for the families of the deceased

I'm not one for politics
It's an inside job

I'm not one for politics
It's an inside job

I'm not one for politics
It's an inside job

I'm not one for politics oh no
It's an inside job

Rone's streak continues.

It's been so long
But not forgotton
The pain's still there
Something's rotten

Mr. President
Says we were attacked
But by who I wonder
Maybe stabbed in the back

I remember the day
When I saw it on tv
The towers did fall
It was horrid to see

I've seen the videos
I've seen the proof
I wish they would come out
And tell us the truth

Nine Eleven was an inside job
Our government surely was involved
What can we do
What can we say
I guess we're screwed

Eight years ago it happened
They say Al-Queda struck
And the police showed up
And the firemen in their trucks

They saved the people
They pulled 'em from the rubble
But was it Bush
That started all this trouble

Was it political status
Was it religious pride
Why did they do it
Why did they all have to die

I've seen the videos
I've seen the proof
I wish they would come out
And tell us the truth

Nine Eleven was an inside job
Our government surely was involved
What can we do
What can we say
I guess we're screwed

Over twenty seven hundred people died that day
And we are supposed to hate the muslams
But I can't help but wonder
If we should be hateing our selves

Nine Eleven was an inside job
Our government surely was involved
What can we do
What can we say
I guess we're screwed

9/11 Was An Inside Job - Paco del Stinko

Did the money fall into your laps
Like the burning bodies fell from the sky
Were your profits large and satisfying
Or disappoint you with an audible sigh

An incredibly brilliant plan
From minds filthy with pollution
Magnificent and oh so grand
Right up there with the Final Solution

9/11 Was An Inside Job

How long did it take to plan
Congratulations on your corporate puppet
Perfect spokesman to comfort the people
While you drink the blood from overflowing buckets

What's a decade of war amongst friends
What's a generation filled with hate
When you have caviar and a Mercedes Benz
What do you care if the party runs late

9/11 Was An Inside Job

Who runs the government? Not you or me, not some guy named Joe
It's not the politicians, it's not the lawyers, it's some slimy CEO
Masterful minds creating hideous crimes, that's not a brand new tale
No, it's blood lines of primeval slimes, created a masterpiece on an enormous scale

9/11 Was An Inside Job

Don't trust any of them
They lie, we die

9/11 Was An Inside Job
Naked Philosophy


It was an inside job - don't know why you can't see
It started back in 1993
And ended with a word whispered on the breeze
It's all so obvious - why don't you believe?

Wake up this town
Where were you when it all went down?

The government is coming to get me
The government is coming to get me
The government is coming to get me
The government is coming to get me
The government is coming to get me
The government is coming to get me
The government is coming to get me
'Cos I know too much

911 - Inside Job
(c) 2009 Pathetic Wannabees

Someone call 911!
I think I've just been robbed!...

Love-hate?
Peace - war?
Enemy - friend?
virgin - whore?

[chorus]
Someone call 911!
I think that I've just been robbed!
A piece of my heart's gone missing
Think it was an inside job!

Stay - go?
Best - worst?
Live - die?
Blessed - cursed?

[chorus]
Someone call 911!
I think that I've just been robbed!
A piece of my heart's gone missing
Think it was an inside job!

[break]
She came in through the back door
Never set off the alarm
Left me with less than more
Lost it when she turned on the charm!

New - old?
Break - mend?
Found - lost?
The - End!

Someone call 911!
I think that I've just been robbed!
A piece of my heart's gone missing
Think it was an inside job!

911!

911!

He'p me!

9/11 was an inside job!
It wasn't terrorists it wasn't the mob
Because the government has secrets it wants to keep
They turned the towers to a smoldering heap

I've read the memos, I've heard all of the tapes
I've watched the vids of people trying to escape
And it disgusts me that they blamed it on Iraq
When it's so clear that the attackers were the attacked

9/11 was an inside job!
I've got the evidence, I swear to god
Even though it happened eight years ago
I've found some things we didn't know we didn't know

These politicians with their bald-faced lies
I'd like to hang them by their power ties
This cover up another jewel in the crown
I'm bringing down the men that brought the buildings down

I'm gonna blow it open, gonna blow it all up!
I'm gonna blow it open, gonna blow it all up!
I'm gonna blow it open, gonna blow it all up!
I'm gonna uncover the cover up!

Don't call me nuts don't tell me I'm a freak
Just cuz I tun in Alex Jones each week
Don't speak about my gullibility
I've got the freedom to believe what I want to believe

Song Fight Song 080
9/11 Was An Inside Job

There should be a prison camp for anyone who thinks that 9/11 was an inside job
And there should be a prison camp for anyone who thinks that the holocaust never happened at all
And there should be a prison camp for anyone who thinks that we never made it to the moon in ‘69
And there should be a prison camp for anyone who thinks that the government killed John Kennedy...and Robert Kennedy...and Martin Luther King

But we still have the constitution and the bill of rights
They’re pesky little papers don’t you think?
People just can’t go saying anything that they want to
That’s just dangerous...it could create stick

So, if you hear your neighbors questioning the government
Here’s an email address you should be thinking of
“We can’t keep track of all the dissidents ourselves”
Send their names to: flag@thewhitehouse.gov

There should be a prison camp for anyone who thinks that the current government is doing anything wrong
And there should be a prison camp for anyone who thinks that the stimulus package isn’t working at all
And there should be a prison camp for anyone who thinks that the government shouldn’t be in charge of your health care
And there should be a prison camp for anyone who thinks that the government shouldn’t be owning the banks...or the car companies...or the mortgage companies

Now there’s a fuck-hole in the O of “We the People”
And a cum-stain on the constitution
And the bill of rights looks like it was used to wipe
BBQ sauce off the face of the chosen one

So, if you hear your neighbors questioning the government
There’s an email address you should be thinking of
“We can’t keep track of all of the dissidents ourselves”
Send their names to: flag@thewhitehouse.gov

Now, there are FEMA prison camps, fully stocked and staffed
And waiting for you to make that final gaff in
Alabama, Arizona, Arkansas and California
Alaska, Colorado, Florida, Texas, and Georgia
Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, and Indiana
Kansas, West Virginia, Kentucky, Main, Louisiana
Maryland, and DC, Minnesota, Mississippi,
Michigan, Wisconsin, Utah, and Missouri
Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hampshire,
New Jersey, New York, New Mexico
North and South Carolina and Dakota,
Vermont, Virginia, and Oklahoma,
Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Tennessee,
Washington and Wyoming

If that’s not enough FEMA has a hundred thousand
Double-decker boxcars with shackles welded in
And there’s a guillotine at the head of each to be-head proponents of free speech
See how green the government can be

So think of the government like an older, bigger brother
Who knows what’s best for you even when you don’t
So don’t go thinking for yourself or voice any contrary opinions
Or you’ll lose your head in the punch line of their joke

© 2009 Weakest Suit Songs

The patriotism in the post above is wholly endorsed by the U.S. Bureau of Morality



If you or someone you know has engaged in subversive acts or thoughts, call 1-866-445-6580.

BE A PATRIOT- BE AN INFORMER!

9/11 Was an Inside Job
by Ross Durand

Well my uncle Bob is a little bit off
And he’s always believed in all kindsa weird stuff
He’s says just to believe you don’t have to see
But he saw Elvis in a WalMart down in Tennessee
He says that JFK was the head of the mob
And he thinks 9-11 was an inside job

He says that Bigfoot is alive and well in Washington State
And Walt Disney is frozen for a long, long wait
The Bermuda Triangle is an alien scheme
And never mind about the pyramids that’s a whole other thing
He’s got a signed copy of the Chariots of the Gods
And he thinks 9-11 was an inside job

I try to tell him none of this will matter after 2012
When the Mayan dates come to an end
But he knows the end is comin’
Cause he’s seen it come again and again and again and again

Well he’s seen the films on YouTube and the blogs on the web
He’s got a bulletin board that proves that Paul is dead
He’ll buy any old story under the sun
I’d be a lot less scared if he was the only one
So don’t you pay no attention to my Uncle Bob
He thinks that 9-11 was an inside job

9/11 Was An Inside Job - Cover of Smile Case as interpreted by Paco del Stinko

Who's that man in - my closet
it's three A.M. - Take off your fucking bowtie
I didn't let you in - Let you in

I'm like this all the time - I'm like this all the time

Who's that woman - Pushin' the button
I didn't let you in - Let you in

I'm like this all the time - I'm like this all the time

They know I know, they know I know they know (repeat)
Too much
I know too much
I know too much

Who's that man - At the top of the chain
I pick up my sledge hammer - And I flex my hands

No wonder people live in caves (x's 4)