We need …

We need to build
a connected network
of hyper cannons,
super rail guns,
that fire exo-atmospheric 
SCRAM JET hyper sonic 
glide vehicles ...

We need robot dogs 
armed with flamethrowers ... 
the dogs have a computer virus 
version of rabies.

We need time-torpedoes 
so we can whack our enemies 
before they are born ...

This is the future of war ...

This is the future 
of the forlorn.

We need a pill
that will make you ill
with type-herpes
then will drink a slurpee
this is the future of war
and love ...

We must be strong
made of coke and fever
will will deliver
the final blow ...

We will defeat the wrong
and replace the evil
with a metal man
from robot Japan ...

The war will last long
a final song for a dying race
outer space hookers
real lookers
will take too long
singing this song ...

The war will be messy
filled with gore
forevermore,
you will be entrapped
by the slap
and the pain
of complete disdain ...

Our newest lasers
our turret masers
our machine gun arms
will raise alarm
and we'll FIGHT
on SATURDAY NIGHT
and we'll disarm
and take the freaks
to the farm ...

The war will be new
the war will be true
there will be so few
left
and then the broken
soaked in monkey blood
will chew their cud
and with a thud
you become a STUD ...

We need to feed
the soy to the pigs
the pigs to the corn
the corn to the cow
the cow to the horse
and of course
we'll eat the pony
no phony baloney
it's time STAND TALL
at the Cattleman's Ball
this is the path
what we need ...

We need all of this,
real soon ...