In a subversive fit of demonic possession, General JC Christian goes all Orwellian.

His post stirred something in my defeatist innards, hence these lyrics did flowy-go down my finger-tips. Of course, history will eventually prove that I didn't write these lyrics, and no such lyrics will have ever existed, so better enjoy them (or not) for now...

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Fixing History on the Fly

The past is present and the future's gone
Those are not bodies on the White House lawn
History is just one big con
A lie that's told just for laughs

Don't need erasers, don't need whiteout
Just hit delete and wash it out
Better not cry and better not shout
We will adjust all the photographs
We tell lies just for the laughs

(chorus)
We are flying through space and time
we just fixed 1969
an uppity year you will never find
we are flying like angels in the sky
fixing everything that we spy
we are fixers, you and I
fixing history on the fly

It seems your daddy never did exist
And your mother was really your sis
Best change your name if you get my gist
And run far away and hide

We changed the borders and we changed the roads
No more Steinbecks and no Tom Joads
Just the Company and trucks to load
Drive all night 'cross the Great Divide
To run far away and hide

(chorus)
We are flying through space and time
we just fixed 1969
an uppity year you will never find
we are flying like angels in the sky
fixing everything that we spy
we are fixers, you and I
fixing history on the fly

The past is present and the future's gone
Those are not bodies on the White House lawn
History is just one big con
A lie that's told just for laughs

Don't need erasers, don't need whiteout
Just hit delete and wash it out
Better not cry and better not shout
We will adjust all the photographs
We tell lies just for the laughs

We are flying through space and time
we just fixed 1969
an uppity year you will never find
we are flying like angels in the sky
fixing everything that we spy
we are fixers, you and I
fixing history on the fly

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