JC Christian noted our Vice-Regent’s marvelous gunplay and I was so moved I wrote a song in Cheney’s dishonor!

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SWING AND SHOOT, YES WE DO!

Sometimes the gun, it gets so hard
Sometimes I am lifting cannons in the air
Sometimes, when I shoot them
I don’t even care
Hell, the rounds are just like pebbles
And pebbles are just like sand
I never got to shoot
In bad-ass Vietnam
Understand?
Blam! Blam!
Five deferments
And one big medical plan
I never got to shoot
In bad-ass Vietnam

(chorus)
The last time I shot you
Man, that was the best
I wore my favorite glasses
You wore that orange vest
I saw the birds in heaven
I turned and fired away
Tears corrupt the night time
I laugh the day away

Sometimes the heart, it presses hard
And my blood panics in the stream
I clutch my chest and wonder
If they will find me in my dreams

Sometimes the gun, it gets so hard
Sometimes I am lifting cannons in the air
Sometimes, when I shoot them
I don’t even care
Hell, the rounds are just like pebbles
And pebbles are just like sand
I never got to shoot
In bad-ass Vietnam
Understand?
Blam! Blam!
Five deferments
And one big medical plan
I never got to shoot
In bad-ass Vietnam

(chorus)
The last time I shot you
Man, that was the best
I wore my favorite glasses
You wore that orange vest
I saw the birds in heaven
I turned and fired away
Tears corrupt the night time
I laugh the day away

Sometimes the heart, it presses hard
And my blood panics in the stream
I clutch my chest and wonder
If they will find me in my dreams
(fade)

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More about this pathetic, neo-macho, supremely retarded fucking story here.

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