• Y’know what I hate?
    Talk show hosts that just can’t relate,
    Ministers that cat fight instead of debate,
    Celebs that think they’re so great

    Though it drives me crazy inside,
    I’ll just have to swallow my pride,
    ‘Cause I can’t do a thing about it,
    This world that so full of shi-nanigans.

    Now, if I had my way,
    Nothing would be the same.
    Those T.V. fat-heads would leave this Earth
    And Vogue Evolution would’ve died at birth.

    If I had it my way,
    If the world was mine,
    Red couldn’t be free
    Using it would cost you your soul,
    A pretty small fee.
    Pollution, such an awful concept,
    Would never have been thought.
    Seeing as we would all have conscience enough,
    Not to cover our lands with trash
    Nor our skies with haze.
    On pain of being tortured
    For five days.


    No wars or dispute to be found,
    And no blood stained ground
    Because we’re all controlled under one,
    Dominant militia,
    That brings only peace
    Because any kind of rebellion
    Is brought to its knees.

    No corner of the Earth
    Will be left unexplored.
    Every beauty examined
    Every complexity in a college course
    And every living soul recruited
    For my global task force.

    Well, that’s my world.
    Not much to speak of.
    Just a simple little place,
    Somethin’ you gotta love.

    I’ll call it the Red Corner,
    A wonderful land.
    Love it, or die.
    Ain’t it grand?